Cordelia made sure to keep her pace with House for, while she didn't like him much at all, for some reason the Powers wanted him kept safe and it was her responsibility to ensure that happened. Glancing over her shoulder to make certain they weren't being followed yet, her attention snapped back to House at his comment. Hazel eyes narrowed, lips set into a thin line of annoyance, and without preamble she snapped back, "Yeah, I was thinking of a restraining order followed by a rousing game of beat the cripple to death with a rock if he breaks said order. Pity we can't both get our way, huh?"
Then her attention flickered to Nathan. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, though, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and quickly pulled it free. Glancing down at the text message she'd received - a response to the one she'd sent when they'd first left the hotel - she snorted and looked back to Nathan once more.
"Apparently we're not allowed to die, not even a little. Peter's orders," she stated in a bemused tone. With a shake of her head, she added, "Oh, by the way, Nathan, meet the doctor who really isn't a doctor. Guy claiming to be a doctor who doesn't have a single credential as far as the hospital is concerned, this is Nathan Petrelli." She flashed House a positively lethal grin.
"He represents me in the legal capacity. And, as you've already seen, is wicked-awesome with a flame thrower."