"But, Eric," Amber flashed her teeth at him, "I'm a peace-lover, not a fighter. I only want what's best for everyone." He was right, though. She thrived on challenges. So did he, she could see that same spirit in him; it was a quality she admired. Though, from his earlier moping, Eric seemed also to be a sore loser.

Right now, he was all winner, confident the way he'd been on Thursday. In fact, he had literally won. Amber sighed, leaning her elbow against the cool window, arching her hand against her forehead in support. "I can't believe no one was fired! I thought for sure Brennan or Kutner would get axed." The fact that everyone was still around, it felt like a failure on her part. At least she hadn't been able to pay those five hundred dollars, that'd spared a blow to her pride. "I'll let you pay, since it's partially thanks to me you got that money."

"Now that you've met the others, what do you think of them? Think they stand a chance against me?" Amber knew Eric held House's contest in contempt, but it was the center of her life right now, and she wouldn't act as if it were otherwise. She had her own opinions about each and every one of the candidates, but she was curious to hear Eric's. Even if his outlook on life was dubious, as proven by his faulty notions about being wrong to win, anything he'd have to say would still be additional data.