And apparently they weren't leaving it at that. Thirteen's smile felt pasted on, and she still refused to meet Amber's eyes, putting out all the signals she could that if she could be left the hell alone, that'd be just great, thanks very much. At least she had enough shame that she couldn't keep up the boldfaced lie right to Thirteen's face. House's game demanded some pretty crazy things, but it was hardly the reason that Amber just wouldn't leave well enough alone and kept picking at everyone around her--even when the rest of them had more or less decided that it was how they competed in the differentials or in any stunt House dreamed up that really mattered. Thirteen finally turned to give Amber a slow, sardonic stare. "Yeah, I can see it's a real hardship for you."
The fact that Amber had never given up trying to pry her name out of her, or anything about her past, had gone beyond annoying into uncomfortable, as much as Thirteen refused to show it. She was right, though, that it was frustrating to be stuck waiting around for House. Mainly because Amber insisted on drawing attention to it. "You know, you're right, I don't like waiting for House, but--"
Before she could finish, the door at the top of the lecture theatre cracked open, almost cautiously--no way that was House, unless he was playacting. But no, when the door opened a little farther, some kid in a med student's coat stuck his head in, looking like he was wondering if he'd get his head bitten off by House the dragon. He breathed out when he saw them all sitting around, and came in, carrying a wax paper bag from the cafeteria and a large coffee. He grinned at Amber as he came up to her and handed over the food. "Here, I, uh..." Looking like some prepared speech had just completely failed him, he gulped and finished, "It was no trouble, if you wanted...next time, with me--" He stuttered to a stop.
Oh my God. Thirteen pressed her lips together desperately to stop herself from laughing in this poor kid's face. He was dithering and red-faced and clearly had no clue about who, exactly, was the dragon in this room, and before any of the others could react with more than stunned stares, he'd lost his nerve and had fled back the way he'd come. Thirteen's jaw practically dropped as she looked at the breakfast Amber had just acquired. She'd have to revise that thought about Amber having some shame. "Seriously?" she asked. "You've got medical students acting as your gofers? That poor guy probably thought he had a chance with you!"
no subject
The fact that Amber had never given up trying to pry her name out of her, or anything about her past, had gone beyond annoying into uncomfortable, as much as Thirteen refused to show it. She was right, though, that it was frustrating to be stuck waiting around for House. Mainly because Amber insisted on drawing attention to it. "You know, you're right, I don't like waiting for House, but--"
Before she could finish, the door at the top of the lecture theatre cracked open, almost cautiously--no way that was House, unless he was playacting. But no, when the door opened a little farther, some kid in a med student's coat stuck his head in, looking like he was wondering if he'd get his head bitten off by House the dragon. He breathed out when he saw them all sitting around, and came in, carrying a wax paper bag from the cafeteria and a large coffee. He grinned at Amber as he came up to her and handed over the food. "Here, I, uh..." Looking like some prepared speech had just completely failed him, he gulped and finished, "It was no trouble, if you wanted...next time, with me--" He stuttered to a stop.
Oh my God. Thirteen pressed her lips together desperately to stop herself from laughing in this poor kid's face. He was dithering and red-faced and clearly had no clue about who, exactly, was the dragon in this room, and before any of the others could react with more than stunned stares, he'd lost his nerve and had fled back the way he'd come. Thirteen's jaw practically dropped as she looked at the breakfast Amber had just acquired. She'd have to revise that thought about Amber having some shame. "Seriously?" she asked. "You've got medical students acting as your gofers? That poor guy probably thought he had a chance with you!"