Heidi had been following House for about five minutes, watching him stab this samaritan and that samaritan, or simply hobbling up behind someone walking slowly enough to get in a good poke. Nathan hadn't been wrong when he'd corrected her assumption that she had found a link to the Los Angeles healthcare system.
She'd befriended a nut. A nut with nice eyes who might have wanted to sleep with her mother-in-law. Well, she'd been comrades with worse.
Deeming that she'd indulged in the sneakiness aided by compulsory silence, she quickened her step, and came up alongside House. Tucked under her arm was the two sign-language books she had purchased en masse for the Hyperion residents and those harmoniously connected to it, and a dry-erase board. The latter which she used to block the newest needle he had aimed at the back of a little old lady's neck.