Paul picked up on Evan's cues, alright. "No one even knows who the landlord is," he said hastily, because he was aware of how strange that sounded. "This building is...different." There, that was an appropriate description that would surely not freak out the bee pincushion even more.
He kept the cold compress pressed to her flesh wounds (of which there were numerous), nodding at what Cassie said. "Yeah, we can meet you out - " Then his attention was diverted when the recipient of Stingers of Death insisted that she didn't want proper medical care. "...but you've been stung and bitten by a swarm of angry insects," he stated, rather obviously. And by the way, how the fuck had that happened? Moving on. "I really think you should go. Just so they can check you out." He glanced over at Cassie, and he doubted she had enough calamine lotion to slather this girl with. She needed a truckload.