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[Wilson considers this. It's good advice, but of course House is the first person to come to mind. That's... tricky.]

Do you have, um, anyone from home here with you?

Fucking hell, no. No. And I'm grateful for that every day, right.

Ah. That bad, huh?

I've got enemies I wouldn't wish this place on.

Oh. Well, I suppose that makes sense given your line of work. No offense, of course.

Why would I take offense to that?

[Wilson pauses.] Huh. I guess I'm not sure. Either way, social etiquette likely doesn't mean much around here.

I am a fucking criminal. If calling me what I am offended me, I wouldn't be very good at it.

Ah. True enough. Sorry, House is usually the one dealing with mob connections and evading the law, not me.

[Now he is worried that he's offended Alfie. Whoops.]

[House can't really have mob connections. There's just no way.

Right?]

He told me when I arrived that he was a runner for a gang, at home.

[Tell him that's not true, Wilson. He wants to believe.]

[It's a good couple of minutes before Wilson answers. What does he say to that? Oh boy. House is going to kill him.]

Well... He got in good with a local gang. Recently, according to him. For me it was awhile back.

[That was a suspiciously long pause.]

Checking your story with him, were you?

[Crap. He wasn't, but how does he deny it without sounding suspicious? And now he's nervous so of course he's going to sound suspicious. Crap crap crap.]

No. No, really, I wasn't. I'm just, well, trying to gauge how much I should reveal about him. I only just got here, after all.

[Well, that's a pretty likely story, too. Alfie figures it could go either way.]

His mob connections can't be close, yeah? What is he - their doctor?

Actually, yeah, he was.

Maybe he'll be my doctor here, eh?

[Except not, because he's going to be murdered soon, and Alfie knows it.]

Hah. Trust me, you don't want him as your doctor. If he's your doctor, you're probably dying in some bizarre way that no one has heard of before. Not to mention he's an ass.

What about you, then?

Sure. I don't see why not. [He's not sure exactly what he's signing up for given the nature of this place, but he's Wilson. Of course he's not going to turn down an offer to help out.]

Yeah? I'll keep you in mind, then. I've recovered from a nasty bout of dehydration, and my ills are small these days. A touch of MN poisoning, a touch of sciatica.

Hm. Well glad to hear you've recovered. MN poisoning... That, I'm not familiar with. I assume it's another one of the countless benefits of our being here?

Symptoms - weariness, coughing, bit of a fever. That's so far.

I see... I've just found it in the survival guide. So it's caused by those nanomachines, "NIMA" or whatever it's called, and that's all we know, correct? [He sighs.] That's not spectacularly helpful.

No, it's not, isn't it. And it's all just fucking conjecture.

Great. Great.

[On the bright side, Wilson doesn't feel sick himself. At least, not yet. The symptoms must be caused by prolonged exposure, then. Is House sick too?]

Not that I doubt your judgment, but how do we know those symptoms are caused by MN poisoning? Fatigue, coughing, fever... Those could be caused by a number of diseases.

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