The sudden squeak made Doug jolt and he, embarrassingly, sounded a squeak of his own. It would've been easy to think the sound came from the bug, since that it came at the exact moment he touched it. He recoiled his hand and stumbled a step back only to find that one) the bug was still very much dead, and two) there was now a rainbow-colored person standing next to him who had, no doubt, heard the undignified sound he made.
"Uh..." It took a moment for him to regain his composure and three, four blinks before he could form a proper sentence. "Well... As far as I'm aware, it hasn't done anything bad to anyone, so I don't feel any animosity toward it. You don't hate all bugs just because a couple hundreds of them try to eat you." He shrugged, knowing that his view on the bugs was not something many campers agreed with. He hadn't seen this girl before though, so perhaps there was hope yet to find a kindred spirit. "Am I in the way? I can come back later if you want to check it out first."