Scene: Kate's office, or hallway, any place we can get in just a bit of dialog

Megan: "Is the new guy around? I have an autopsy to do, and I'd like to see how he holds up."

Kate: "You're not big enough to keep him from keeling over. Are you going to get Curtis or somebody to hang around in case he faints?"

Megan (smirking): "He can dish it out. Let's see if he can take it."

Kate: "I'm serious. I don't want any liability issues."

Megan: "Spoilsport. I'll keep an eye on him and make him sit down if he starts turning green."

Kate: "He might be over in the lab. I gave him a little space there. He's good with electronic equipment, I thought he could pitch in if Curtis or Ethan get overloaded."

Megan: "I'll find him."

(cut to Megan walking up on Barry)

Megan: "Hey! New Guy! You ever observe an autopsy?"

Barry: "Nope."

Megan: "Well, you have really been missing out. Come with me."

(they walk to the autopsy room)

Megan: "Put on this suit, gloves and mask so that you don't contaminate anything. As much as I would like to have DNA point to you as a suspect in a murder case, I don't tolerate sloppy procedures."

Barry: "I suppose eating a sandwich while I watch is a no go, then."

Megan (exasperated): "Yes, eating a sandwich in my morgue is out of the question. Pig."

Barry: "I was thinking roast beef, actually."

Megan: "I was referring to you, not the food. And eating a sandwich is especially forbidden the first time someone observes an autopsy. It can get kind of graphic. More people lose their lunch than keep it down."

Barry: "You know, when my wife had a Caesarean, I was in the delivery room. There was a surgical nurse who kept giving me the eye. I was pretty sure she was afraid she was going to have to catch me."

Megan: "What happened?"

Barry: "Nothing. My grandpa taught me how to clean fish when I was 7. My Cub Scout pack toured a meat packing plant when I was 9. Blood and guts all over the place. I'm sure you'd love for the petite woman to blithely go about her work while the big tough guy drops to the floor, but you might not get your way this time around. Try food poisoning next time."

Megan: "Don't tempt me."

Barry: "You know, my grandparents used to like blood sausage. It's exactly what you'd think. I had tremendous difficulty one time convincing some co-workers that it's a real thing. If it weren't for Google they'd still think I was making it up."

Megan (sighs): "Doesn't sound like you'll faint. You're a constant disappointment to me. All right, let's get started."

Barry: "This is me. Keepen das cotten-pickenen hans in das pockets, relaxen und watchen der blinkenlichten."

Megan: "What?"

Barry: "Fake German. Part of a joke sign they used to post in computer rooms."

Megan: "Enough joking around. See the sign up there?"

Barry: "It looks like Latin."

Megan: "It's our motto."

Barry: "I never took Latin. The ancient language I consider myself fluent in is FORTRAN."

Megan: "What?"

Barry: "Stalling. Let's see... Seems like something about a location where death, or the dead, rejoice to – I'm not sure – aid/comfort/assist maybe? - the living."

Megan: "Close enough. Learn it and live it."

(go on for whatever part of autopsy is part of the script.)