Foreman nodded when Amber gestured towards a parking spot not far from the restaurant's doors. He pulled in and turned the car off, trying not to grin at Amber's back and forth about what would be best--for him to like Thirteen or not. The fact was, Foreman hadn't worked with any of the other three enough today to know much about them. He hadn't noticed them except as the mass of House's entourage. He climbed out of the car and leaned on the doorframe to look back in at Amber, who looked half-worried and half-conniving, as if she was plotting to take Thirteen down--which she probably was. He held back a laugh. "I don't know. She's certainly striking."

Giving Amber a few seconds to process his teasing, Foreman closed his door and circled the car. Thirteen was attractive--he'd have to be blind not to have seen that. Not that he cared particularly. Compared to Amber, he hadn't seen that she had much substance to back up her looks. Other than that, he didn't know what her skills as a doctor or her personality was like, and how well she'd mesh--or mess--with House. Foreman waited on the sidewalk for Amber to get out, carefully making no move to open her door.