Chase debates a moment, not really wanting to hand the file over and let Foreman in on what he'd been doing down here, but at the same time, gradeschool had long ago taught him that things like this only escalate, and never for the better. He sighs, shaking his head with a slightly rueful expression on his face, because he's totally red-handed here.

He sets the patient file down again, fairly certain that at this point it's less interesting to the both of them than the one Chase has tucked away under his arm. "It's Houses," he admits after a moment, a fringe of his blonde hair falling across his forehand. He slowly hands it over, stepping in close again so that he can look.