*makes her way out and walks down to the corner deli, staring at her phone all the way and thinking of possible excuses for why she can't actually take Doc lunch (I ran into a stroller and knocked it over into the street and had to rescue the baby and then I bought the mom some ice cream so she wouldn't sue the House and so I had the sandwich delivered instead)* *yeah*
*puts in the order and moves off to the side to wait* *stares and stares at the phone* *scrolls down to F, and back up to D, and down to F, and up to D* ...Shit.