Foreman's determination rose with Amber's easy assurance that he'd get in trouble anywhere by being right. He nodded sharply. "Yeah." He felt more settled, even with that small bit of back-up. There were things Amber did that he wouldn't consider the best means to an end--no wonder she'd lasted this long in House's game--but he agreed with her on this point. The only way he'd ever managed to get ahead of everyone he'd ever worked with was to be right more than they were. To buckle down, stop complaining, and be better. It wasn't a strategy he'd want to drop. "And you're right." Foreman twisted his lips, bitter. "There's no point in reacting." For as long as possible, until House pricked them to it.

The elevator opened for them right away, and Foreman let Amber step on first, preoccupied with the idea of getting another case as fast as possible. "I'll ask Cameron," he said. She'd have access to the latest and goriest, two things that House was fond of. She also had a penchant for wanting to get House involved. Foreman would like it if nothing came from him, directly. Maybe Amber already knew, but Foreman supposed it didn't hurt, now, to let her in on the ways he, Chase, and Cameron had worked out for managing House. It backfired more than it worked, but usually House was so interested by the fact that they were trying to manipulate him that he took a case not on its merits, but to watch his fellows jump. "If I bring him something, he won't want to take it. If he gets it from Cameron, I can say it's pointless. He'll like that."