House comes into the room, he has a magazine in hand. He'll have to remember that that nurse is going to get a prescription for revenge. This room is not empty. Already he's noticed, so into the room he strolls and shuts the door.

"I'm Dr. House. You should start talking."

The sooner he's out, the sooner magazine time. Unless he's highly infectious. A man, a doctor, can dream. He eases himself to sit down on the chair with wheels. The cane taps across the floor idly.