Baffled, Foreman slumped back in his chair, when Amber only threw a cold look at him. He knew she'd just gotten here. Her reading couldn't possibly be more important than finding an actual case, even if Foreman himself didn't rate. Wasn't that why she was here? For the fun of finding something unusual and getting brownie points from House for proving she knew what she was doing? He tipped his head and watched her askance as she came down the stairs towards him. Instead of the happiness she'd shown when she walked in, he was pretty sure that her expression now meant that he was in the doghouse. For what, he had no clue.

"Aren't you tired of sitting around waiting for something to turn up?" he asked. A good case wasn't just going to drop into their laps. There had been times when he was working with Chase and Cameron when they'd circled Admitting like sharks, so bored out of their minds that anything out of the ordinary would've made them jump on it.

Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. Usually that was the way he handled it when his girlfriend was pissed at him for no reason he could see. And it usually blew over when he handled it like that. But Amber looked at him like he'd just insulted her instead of given her a chance to look good and get them all a patient to work on.