[She sits down on the sleeping bag she'd been laying out, propping her weight on her arms and gazing up at House.]
I'm not crazy anymore, by the way. I mean, I'm just garden variety crazy now, not paint the walls with your blood crazy. It was good timing, I think. But I will let him eat you if you pull out any more of his feathers.
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[She sits down on the sleeping bag she'd been laying out, propping her weight on her arms and gazing up at House.]
I'm not crazy anymore, by the way. I mean, I'm just garden variety crazy now, not paint the walls with your blood crazy. It was good timing, I think. But I will let him eat you if you pull out any more of his feathers.