[ Her confidence is becoming his nuisance. There is an underlying smugness to the woman he can sense. Anyone worth their salt knew that the diagnostician doesn’t take house calls so easily. Most in the medical community avoid House and all his ‘uncouth nonsense’ (their words, not his) like the plague.

His hands press against the edge of the desk as he pushes his chair towards the window. A wooden cane sits on top of a stack of manilla folders. A month’s worth of insurance claims that have yet to be filled. He grabs it and adds: ]

‘Interesting’ is what your fifth-grade science teacher tells you when you’re about to learn about geology.

[ He stands up, using the cane to lean his weight onto his good leg. From the iggling, twinges of pain he can feel, it looks like it’s going to be four more Vicodin this morning before lunch. There is a stagger in his gait as he walks around the desk. ]

And if I can’t get stoned for reals, then I’ve got no reason to pay attention. But thanks for stopping by.

[ Hopefully, she will take the hint as he walks towards the door. As soon as House gets her out of his office, he’ll likely make a beeline for Wilson’s office. Two birds. One stone. Yadda, yadda… ]