Amber took a paper napkin and rubbed away the crumbs and slight slickness from her fingers. Only an almost-cold coffee was left and she sipped at it more for the caffeine than the taste. Eric was telling her about how he started off with House, sounding exasperated and... amused? Strange, she wouldn't have thought Eric could see the humor in House's unusual hiring techniques, particularly when the one having to jump through hoops was himself. Maybe he liked House’s way of doing things more than he’d like to admit.
"He hinted," Amber said with dignity, refusing to let go of her victory, however small it may be. Credit lost was no better than credit never gained in the first place. "And I ran with that hint."
Having drained the rest of the coffee, Amber set her mug back on the table. Maybe she should order another. They'd had a long day so far and if she had anything to say about it, they'd have much more ahead of them. But in a bit. For now, Amber reached out for his right hand again, pulling it to rest between them; stroked his knuckles with her palm. How should she answer his question? No matter how she phrased it, he probably wouldn't appreciate her cleverness, not if the worst he'd done at work was demand his lazy boss sign a paper. But Amber had long decided she wouldn't hide who she was and what she did.
"Thirteen killed our previous patient by not checking to see if he'd taken his medicine or not," Amber said impassively. "I left around a few things and said some words to make her think she was being haunted by him and his dog. If she were stronger, she wouldn't have fallen for it." At worst, Amber had been helping House weed out the weak-- if he hadn't followed her lead, it was because he was thinking with his dick instead of his head.
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"He hinted," Amber said with dignity, refusing to let go of her victory, however small it may be. Credit lost was no better than credit never gained in the first place. "And I ran with that hint."
Having drained the rest of the coffee, Amber set her mug back on the table. Maybe she should order another. They'd had a long day so far and if she had anything to say about it, they'd have much more ahead of them. But in a bit. For now, Amber reached out for his right hand again, pulling it to rest between them; stroked his knuckles with her palm. How should she answer his question? No matter how she phrased it, he probably wouldn't appreciate her cleverness, not if the worst he'd done at work was demand his lazy boss sign a paper. But Amber had long decided she wouldn't hide who she was and what she did.
"Thirteen killed our previous patient by not checking to see if he'd taken his medicine or not," Amber said impassively. "I left around a few things and said some words to make her think she was being haunted by him and his dog. If she were stronger, she wouldn't have fallen for it." At worst, Amber had been helping House weed out the weak-- if he hadn't followed her lead, it was because he was thinking with his dick instead of his head.