"Not now," he had dismissed the nurse, "Let me at least get something to eat before you start shoving new cases down my throat." He turned and looked the nurse in the eye. "Paper isn't one of my favorites."
He quickly turned to race to Wilson's office before the nurse could say anything more, opening the door and pushing it closed with his cane. House's brain didn't register that he wasn't in Wilson's office until after he had started talking as if Wilson were right there, at his desk.
"Huh," he started, looking around the lobby. "This is... unexpected."
Typist: Dr. Gregory House from House, M.D.!