Frustration was starting to build up. Amber dismissed what he was trying to tell her. Not only that Foreman had different methods, but that his might actually have some merit, no matter what she thought about how good House was. "Being cruel to the patient shouldn't work for anybody," he said, following her into the stairwell. House might make it work, but only because Cuddy was willing to fund his legal fees when he pissed somebody off. House didn't know about or care about half the malpractice suits filed against him. Most of them were settled before they got far, since House's methods proved to be "necessary" to save his patients' lives. But Foreman didn't believe that. It could be done without pissing people off, and he planned to show that.

"I know," he said shortly, irked by Amber's advice. He'd meant to apologize, and he would. He'd be sincere about it, too. But that didn't mean he enjoyed being in the wrong, or having to admit it. If Amber was in his position, she wouldn't be so blithe about tossing off an I'm wrong and I'm sorry.

When they came out on the ground floor, Foreman headed for Casey's room, finding Thirteen and Kutner huddled around the nurses' station with Taub, all of them apparently waiting for him to show up. It felt like they were all waiting for him to fix his mess. Not exactly a great feeling. Foreman wanted them to show initiative, although he knew he would've been pissed off if they'd tried to usurp his authority, too. Not their fault, he reminded himself. Humbling himself didn't come easily, but when it was true, and necessary, he'd do what he had to. "Where's Brennan?" he asked.

"In there," Kutner said. "She didn't seem to mind him."

Great. Foreman exhaled, getting control of himself. "Fine," he said. "I'll go and talk to her."