Staying late had become a bad habit of hers, though lately she'd found more and better places to be than the clinic. Still paperwork beckoned, and Cameron was intent upon being thorough, even if no one else in this ridiculous place cared to keep their notes in order. Least of all House, but that was nothing new.

She glanced up as Wilson spoke, pen poised in one hand. Between one thing and another-- curses and their aftermath, more secrets to keep-- she'd entirely forgotten their earlier conversation, that he'd needed to speak with her. Cameron smiled in spite of a faint pang of guilt at her own self-absorption.

"Of course." Shutting the file, setting the pen aside, she stood, one hand resting on the piled papers as she rounded the desk. "What's up?"