House didn't get up to answer the door immediately. He took his time. He could always use his leg as an excuse. It usually worked. And it wasn't as though he had any qualms about making people feel bad because of his handicap. Sometimes it got him the ladies. Rawr!
He glanced over at the neon red numbers on the clock beside the bed, and then rolled off the mattress. He didn't use his cane to hobble the few feet over to the door. It seemed rather pointless. Especially since he was probably going to roll right back into bed in a second. He seemed to think this was a visit by an extremely late maid, not the woman he had sort of (semi kinda but not really) met on that internet board.
A board which he thought was composed entirely in his own mind.
When he opened the door he quirked a brow. He didn't jump back in fear, or gasp, or scream, or turn up his expression in disgust. He just looked at her like he sort of knew her but wasn't expecting to see her ever. Just a vague familiarity that he couldn't quite place.
"Never was much of a She-Hulk fan as a kid."
He canted his head to the side.
"You give a whole new meaning to the words septic infection."