Remy had been keeping to herself - it wasn't that she didn't want to see anyone. Actually, it was that she didn't want to see anyone. And holing herself up in her room with a bottle of strong liquor seemed to make the time pass pretty quickly.
But now Cameron was here. And this Cameron seemed to think she was still on House's team. Or did she really believe it?
She reached the bar, catching a glimpse of Cameron sitting by herself, and slid into the seat next to her.
"It's a lot to take in." Cameron turned to look at Remy, hair in her signature ponytail. Her eyes were softer, and she seemed a hell of a lot less confident.
Definitely not a Cameron Remy was familiar with. For one thing, she was a brunette, which was something to get used to. She was still wearing her doctor's coat, but Remy knew she'd have other options once she finally made it to her room.
"Yeah." She took a hand out of her pocket to shake the offered hand gently. "Although House calls me Thirteen."
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But now Cameron was here. And this Cameron seemed to think she was still on House's team. Or did she really believe it?
She reached the bar, catching a glimpse of Cameron sitting by herself, and slid into the seat next to her.
"You look a little freaked."
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"Remy, right?" Cameron extended a hand.
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"Yeah." She took a hand out of her pocket to shake the offered hand gently. "Although House calls me Thirteen."
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"Why Thirteen?"
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