"Not a girl, not yet a woman. Got it." Only not. Maybe she's the one who's a mutant of some kind. House digs for a pen in a drawer and for a pad of paper. Ha, well supplied rooms are a treat. He scribbles on the pad.

"Head to this room and they'll figure out the swim leg situation. And give you some literature that could be of use."

Are we done yet? Please, please don't ask about strange feelings and sensations.