Thirteen shifted aside while Amber took over just a little bit more territory--like one of House's metaphors, the space Amber took up seemed to show off how confident she was. Thirteen finished chewing her muffin, nodding along to Amber's whatever. This was why she usually ditched dates the morning after. Too complicated. Anyway, it wasn't like anyone she picked up would have much to hang around for...at least, there was a fifty percent chance they wouldn't. Anyone particularly persistent, Thirteen lost their phone number as quickly as possible. Whatever. Girls or guys, get an orgasm, get out. Not much more to understand.

As Amber got comfortable, Thirteen spared a glance for her legs. She'd already noticed Kutner's eyes widening at the sight. Really, if Foreman was ditching Amber, he was an idiot. Unless he'd actually noticed her personality, in which case, maybe it made sense. Of course, the opposite was also true. "I don't know," she said. "He's kind of cute, in that--" She waved one hand and deepened her voice, doing her best impression of Foreman's stuffed-shirt pomposity. "'God, look at me, I'm so amazing' kind of way."