Show him up? Him who? House? Now Eric wasn't even making sense. There was nothing for Amber to shove in House's face and so what if she showed off that Brennan screwed up? Sure it was nice that one of the others scored such a royal mess up, but Thirteen killed a patient and all that got her was House's continued adoration. For all she knew, House would want to institute a national holiday for Brennan's underdogness. He was like a dog, that was for sure. Whatever his mistake had been, either in running the test or sabotage, Amber would declaim his incompetence loud and clear.

Foreman's quiet dignity drooped somehow, into... resignation? Yeah, he could resign himself to the fact that she wouldn't ever be pleased by his cheap-authority thrills. That beat-up tone of his probably meant he was crying inside again that she wasn't being 'supportive' enough. What a victim.

"You're my boss, you can ask whatever you want." She just wouldn't smile as she jumped through his flaming hoops. At least what he wanted from her this time aligned with her own intentions. She opened the door into the hallway, which was relatively clear of people so early in the morning. She might as well head back to the conference room and give House whatever conclusions she reached on the way there. And even if Eric was decided to shut her out of his personal life, she could still take advantage of him as a coworker, bouncing ideas off him. "Porphyria, maybe, if she's remitting."