Martha joins the Cottages in the hallway. Hadley exposits that Kendall's hands turned blue on the treadmill and they had to give her drugs to restore the blood flow. This rules out the adrenal gland diagnosis. House isn't in his office to consult, as he's down the hall near the elevators using a little stamp at the bottom of his cane to make little chicken footprints on the floor leading to Wilson's office. House explains: "Wilson got a hold of an Australorp." The Cottages look clueless except Martha, who at least seems to know what an Australorp is, if not why House cares. House explains that the Australorp is "the quietest and calmest of all the chickens." Oh really? Because the BackyardChickens.com forum posts I found while trying to figure out how to spell "Australorp" beg to differ. The Cottages decide they don't want to know what's going on between House and Wilson and chickens right now, so they put out a few diagnoses before House agrees with Foreman and Hadley's cerebral vasospasm diagnosis and tells them to do something involving calcium channel diffusions to Kendall. They take off, but House calls Martha back, noting that she's still hasn't turned in her procedure book.
She stands outside the office of her dean or professor or whoever it is that medical students turn their procedure books in to but doesn't go in or hand in the book. Her roommate sees her and recommends that Martha intern with House, saying that Martha is weird, what with her obsession with making paper airplanes, the Einstein Museum, and facial symmetry, but House seems to be okay with Martha's eccentricities, inability to talk to people, love of arguing with anyone over any point, and "peculiar fashion sense." Martha seems to disagree with her roommate's last point, somehow thinking that the stuff she wears is mainstream even though no one else in all of PPTH is wearing, like, a giant novelty clown necktie and purple leggings, and the roommate's insult speech is cut short by the arrival of a large white chicken down the hall. Wilson runs after it, grabs it, and runs out of sight. "I think it's an Australorp," Martha sighs. A white Australorp? My research on BackyardPoultry.com (why are there so many websites devoted to raising chickens in your backyard? Can't these people just get a dog?) says that white Australorps are very rare. They're usually black, so Wilson probably paid a pretty penny for that thing.