"Seriously?" Amber pulled out her cell phone and speed dialed; soon there was the soft purr against her ear but no one picked up, not even after three, four, ten rings. She tucked her phone back into her lab coat pocket, worried. "Do you think he's at home? I could go and drag him back here." She smirked. "Or if there's a nearby bar that's open in the morning, I could check there." That option seemed far more likely. Though there was that guy to take into consideration-- who was he and where had he taken House? For all they knew, he was still on hospital grounds.

She was distracted from her thoughts of seeking House out when Eric proposed a far more efficient plan. Amber grinned, eager to do something. Who knew, maybe by the time they'd convinced Casey, got her on the drugs, and ran the tests, House would return to smooth sailing. She very much liked the idea of telling House that she had been vital in getting Casey to cooperate. "I'm with you," she said and led the way, pushing the hallway door open. Amber tried not to think about how this is what she should’ve done when Kutner and Thirteen came up to her in defeat, instead of taking the excuse to rant at Eric. Better late than never.