One moment Amber was thinking of the day ahead of her, the next, House popped up in her path like a creature in a haunted mansion. At most she was startled; other people used the locker room, so she half-expected to run into someone. It was a bit stranger to have a guy here, much less House, but whatever, that was how he rolled. Amber just shifted her grin into a promising smirk. "Morning, House," she said easily, striding with the same purpose as before towards her locker.

Of course, even if she was saying good morning like it was perfectly natural for him to ambush her-- which, actually, it being him, it was-- he had to be here for a reason. To fuck with her, probably. Or to pull an unexpected stunt to see how she reacted, learning more about how she ticked. It could also be as simple as getting rid of a bad mood; he was doing tricks with his cane, like a kid playing with a new toy, but there was an underlying anger to his tone.

She'd barely had the time to zip through her combination code before he fired off his first shots. Amber could tell he was aiming to hurt her, bringing up Eric and his sex life, but he missed the mark so completely she almost frowned in confusion. She was the jealous type, yes, and House did know that, but why would she be upset about some sick plan he'd never tried out on Eric? Just more typical House stuff, trying to knock her down. She simply wouldn't let him. Not like last time. With that in mind, the second insinuation didn't bother her either. She opened her locker, the door creaking like it always did. "But if I get cured, how can I pass it on to you?" she asked sweetly, throwing the taunting on to him. It was a bit true, too; she did mean to find him a good lay.