Cocking her head at Lisa's statement, Temple held up her shirt and jeans for anyone else's scrutiny. "They're infested and so is the bed." Her shirt was mostly ants, but her jeans... Fuck no, she was keeping the hospital gown. She shook her head in refusal and promptly dropped the jeans in favour of checking her hair for whatever it was that had just caught her peripheral vision.
"What's in my hair? There's something in my hair." She had completely lost track of what was going on with the other girl and the guys. When she was much younger, before her age even ended in a 'teen', her PTSD had kicked up hallucinations of snakes. She wanted the snakes back. The hallucinations scared the ever-living fuck out of her, but real ones she didn't mind. Real ones didn't try to crawl up her arm and-- fucking hell what even is that? The shirt was thrown without ceremony as Temple shook an overly large insect off that hand.
Then it occurred to her to at least pull her back-to-front hospital gown shut. "Bug juice on the floor?" Somehow that just made everything... worse.