Okay, so Thirteen could admit it. She was more than a little interested in how Amber would take what she was saying about her boyfriend. Would she bristle with protectiveness and try to defend him? Tell Thirteen off for daring to find him attractive? Thirteen pegged Kutner for being the first to suggest a Jell-O wrestling match if Amber attacked her. More likely, Amber's victims were never found. She was probably the perfect type to know how to murder someone and get away with it.
But the more human side Amber had been showing popped up again. Thirteen smirked. Amber not only agreed, but she sounded like Foreman's holier-than-thou attitude was one of his finest qualities. "God, you've really got it bad," she said. She knew she'd never be able to stand a guy--or a woman--who thought they knew better than she did. The second they tried to patronize her, Thirteen would kick them to the curb. She would've thought Amber was the same way, but maybe she was different in private.
God, imagining Amber with a personal life. She really was letting House's game get to her if she was inventing something as crazy as that. Better not to think about it--that way she'd have no problem shooting Amber down in differentials. Anyway, she already had more reason for that: if Amber had Foreman's support, the two of them might convince Cuddy that Amber was the better hire, because Amber would listen to Foreman instead of House. It didn't seem likely, but then, Amber in love didn't seem likely either.
The door at the bottom of the lecture theatre opened, and Thirteen could nearly feel everyone in the room stiffening by instinct--it might be House. Thirteen glanced sideways at Amber, thinking about blurting out "Amber's still dating Foreman!" as some sort of preemptive strike. But she wasn't like that. She wasn't going to stoop to Amber's tactics--well, not yet, anyway. Not until there was some payoff.
In the end, it didn't matter, anyway. It wasn't House who stepped into the room; it wasn't even Cuddy. It was just Foreman, and, okay, maybe he was more than cute, but he still looked like he'd swallowed a bug and was blaming the rest of the universe for it. Not the greatest look. Thirteen sat back again and stifled a sigh. They definitely weren't getting a case today.
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But the more human side Amber had been showing popped up again. Thirteen smirked. Amber not only agreed, but she sounded like Foreman's holier-than-thou attitude was one of his finest qualities. "God, you've really got it bad," she said. She knew she'd never be able to stand a guy--or a woman--who thought they knew better than she did. The second they tried to patronize her, Thirteen would kick them to the curb. She would've thought Amber was the same way, but maybe she was different in private.
God, imagining Amber with a personal life. She really was letting House's game get to her if she was inventing something as crazy as that. Better not to think about it--that way she'd have no problem shooting Amber down in differentials. Anyway, she already had more reason for that: if Amber had Foreman's support, the two of them might convince Cuddy that Amber was the better hire, because Amber would listen to Foreman instead of House. It didn't seem likely, but then, Amber in love didn't seem likely either.
The door at the bottom of the lecture theatre opened, and Thirteen could nearly feel everyone in the room stiffening by instinct--it might be House. Thirteen glanced sideways at Amber, thinking about blurting out "Amber's still dating Foreman!" as some sort of preemptive strike. But she wasn't like that. She wasn't going to stoop to Amber's tactics--well, not yet, anyway. Not until there was some payoff.
In the end, it didn't matter, anyway. It wasn't House who stepped into the room; it wasn't even Cuddy. It was just Foreman, and, okay, maybe he was more than cute, but he still looked like he'd swallowed a bug and was blaming the rest of the universe for it. Not the greatest look. Thirteen sat back again and stifled a sigh. They definitely weren't getting a case today.