There was another prolonged silence even after House told the candidates to keep going. Of course, from his tone, they probably all assumed--correctly--that he didn't consider Foreman anything like his superior, in name or in fact. Foreman wasn't going to start a staring contest with House now, over something so childish, when there was an actual patient at risk. That was the reason they were here and Foreman was going to remember it, even if House refused to. Foreman had learned his lesson. There was no point in expecting House to learn anything--to act as if he gave a rat's ass about the patient when his own dignity, in the form of having Cuddy place Foreman over him, was at stake. But Foreman was determined not to repeat his mistakes. He tried to give House his best untouchable look. He wouldn't stare him down or refuse to meet his eyes: either one would fuel House's speculations. He simply let his eyes pass over House and return to the rest of the candidates, expectantly.
There was no way he'd counted on Amber being the first to speak up. For a long second, her suggestion hung in the air, completely untenable by the facts--it didn't include the patient's attempts at imitating others at all--and House glared at her for daring to speak. But then, a second later, Brennan called out, "Dissecting aortic aneurysm." Immediately, Taub tried to top him with a spinal cord lesion. House rolled his eyes, but he set to work shutting all of them down. "I'm pretty sure Dr. Foreman--" There was still a hint of a sneer on Foreman's name, but he ignored it. "--had three symptoms for you. I know you can count at least that high, because it's the number of job openings I have. Oh, wait. It isn't." He smirked at Amber. "Maybe that's what confused you."
"Can we stick to the medicine?" Foreman asked. He doubted Amber needed him jumping to her defense, and he quelled the part of him that wanted to snap at least she can manage that much. Amber might be ambitious, but she was better than House at sticking to the topic that mattered. He hoped.
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There was no way he'd counted on Amber being the first to speak up. For a long second, her suggestion hung in the air, completely untenable by the facts--it didn't include the patient's attempts at imitating others at all--and House glared at her for daring to speak. But then, a second later, Brennan called out, "Dissecting aortic aneurysm." Immediately, Taub tried to top him with a spinal cord lesion. House rolled his eyes, but he set to work shutting all of them down. "I'm pretty sure Dr. Foreman--" There was still a hint of a sneer on Foreman's name, but he ignored it. "--had three symptoms for you. I know you can count at least that high, because it's the number of job openings I have. Oh, wait. It isn't." He smirked at Amber. "Maybe that's what confused you."
"Can we stick to the medicine?" Foreman asked. He doubted Amber needed him jumping to her defense, and he quelled the part of him that wanted to snap at least she can manage that much. Amber might be ambitious, but she was better than House at sticking to the topic that mattered. He hoped.