Cash wiggled his way closer to Susan and House just shook his head at the puppy and reached for her hand, giving her a firm shake.

"Are you settling in all right? I assume Dr Wilson gave you the grand tour."

"The office is yours, Dr Pevensie. It's your omain. Hire call boys, have orgies, it's really not my concern. Just make sure you pull the blinds overlooking the courtyard."

He blinked up at her. "Jonathan's files are in the filing cabinent in the back office." He pointed, his office had a small records room at the far end. "You should have a key to the office and the cabinent. Second drawer, alphabetical, and coded in yellow folders.

"There was also a counselor in town, a Dr Chenowith. She's no longer practicing, but left her number for refernce, if you should need it." House dug in the desk drawer and produced a business card.



[OOC: Chenowith is no longer approved in game, and therefore this is just to establish that Susan can access her files, if necessary]

House raised a brow at her.

"Mr Crane was a unique individual. His position was purely voluntary, as it was purely voluntary for students to seek his assistance." What else could he say about Jonathan? He hadn't felt entirely comfortable around the young man, and knew Wilson had deliberately kept his distance insofar as possible.

"Are you licensed to practice medicine?" House asked, settling Cash on his lap. "It's not required to work here, as the student assistants are, again, here on a voluntary basis."

"Toxic." House repeated and stroked the soft fur of Cash's neck. "Dr Wilson tells me you were not properly informed of the uniqueness of our student body. Neither was I, when I was offered the position here. It's just something you have to get used to. I have assistants who are able to do healings, to an extent. I have patients who look like humanoid lizards. The important thing to remember, don't let them see the shock. Treat them like normal people, but respect that they are different."

"I assure you, Dr Wilson won't hold it against you." Hosue cracked a bit of a smile. All the things he'd put Wilsn through, he wasn't likely to hold anything against anyone without some serious justification.

"So, you met Faithful. He's interesting." House nodded. "Did you meet Alanna too? Faithful doesn't come around the clinic so much, now that I have Cash."

"As long as you don't try to analyse me, I don't have a problem. I've had my share of psycho analysis, thank you very much.
"

He glanced at his cane. "Dr Wilson, or the administration may have told you, I use a cane. I went to a clinic several years ago with intense leg pain. I was sent home to rest a strained muscle. Four days later, I was dead on the table. I had an infarction in my thigh. Obviously I lived, and I went through surgery to save my leg. I'm missing a chunk of muscle, nerves, and tissue. I've been addicted to pain killers, though I am now trying a more new age sort of approach with a healer in town. Point is, after the debridement, I was very angry and uncooperative. They had me on suicide watch for a while, put me in intensive psycho therapy. It's a lot of crap, if you ask me, but then I was dealing with a whole new way of living. I was bitter and angry and insolent. I still have rough days, days when I question getting out of bed in the morning. You'll know, when I'm having one of those days. I either won't show up at all, or I'll bite you head off for looking at me. Despite your best training and instinct, the best thing you can do, is leave me alone when I get that way. Long as you do that, we won't have a problem."

"Just give me warning so I can bat it back to you with the cane." House answered, figuring that was enough to say he respected her assessment of his explanation. As far as he was concerned, it was a closed subject.

"Of course." House flashed a smile. "I'm here to answer all your questions."