[House had vaguely heard the shouting, but he'd been preoccupied with his own things. The door being open had caught his attention, but the mold had already felt like it was clogging his lungs, so he'd limped along to the bunk bed room. He'd see about it after taking a break.
Finding Angel in the room, curled up, but not asleep, has him raising his brows. He sits down on a bed next to hers.]
Taking it we've got another bullshit run we need to make for another keycard.
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Finding Angel in the room, curled up, but not asleep, has him raising his brows. He sits down on a bed next to hers.]
Taking it we've got another bullshit run we need to make for another keycard.