[Afraid to be mean? House smirks. Well, then. That makes this easier. He starts moving forward, heading around her and shuffling toward the exit. The prospect of putting his back to her is suddenly much less worrying. At least for some reasons. He still wants to know what she is. It's disturbing.]

Nah. You're too much of a goody two-shoes to let that happen. So, what'd you do back in 'Burmecia?' I'm guessing security the way you're waving that stick around. [And the way she'd been so careful with her movements, keeping herself between him and the doors with the music out in the corridor. Paranoid security, but probably some kind of fighter, at the very least. She's twitchy in the right ways, rather than just twitchy.]