Foreman snorted quietly when House said he'd gotten all the information he needed elsewhere. Sure, by interrogating Foreman's high school teachers, as well as anyone else in Foreman's life he could get a hold of. But Foreman still had his share of secrets. His brother, maybe. His life back in California, certainly, because House had been so busy doubting Marty Hamilton's medical credentials that he hadn't thought to pump him for any other information. "Yeah, you know me so well," he muttered, still working on the lock.

The door finally clicked open, and he pushed it wide. They both peered inside for a second, before House widened his eyes at him pointedly and stepped inside. Foreman raised his eyebrows and followed. "She's out at one on a Saturday," he said, glancing around the open space, working through Thirteen's whereabouts. "It's not a routine thing, or you'd have done this already. Lunch date?" Surely, for House, Thirteen's love life would count as 'interesting'--she reminded him a lot of Cameron as he'd first known her, slender, dark, and wide-eyed. And House had made enough comments to make it pretty clear that he liked what he saw. Foreman frowned at House's back and started looking around in earnest.