Wilson's been spending his time carefully. Getting more in touch with his inner rhyme and rhythm, which means smoking lots of somewhat illegal plants with most people, but involves Bach and a nice piano with him, and more alcohol than can strictly be called healthy. This seems to have had the side effect of helping his tolerance. At the same time, he's been getting back into his boyhood hobby: Breaking and Entering. He raises his eyes from a lock that he's finagling with as she enters and tells them the scene.<br/><br/>" They're not a middle-aged landlord and his domineering wife, are they?" he says, and old joke he shares with House. As most in-jokes are, it's funny only by the wildest of chances. "And they're probably just some Shadoloo or Special Ops agents." he says nonchalantly. " We'll booby-trap the headquarters, it'll be like Home Alone with dramatically more carnage and cursing." He seems to have already become disturbingly calm about the facts of Street Fighting.