Pleased with herself for having helped the girl, Lisa was nonetheless worried about Temple. Everyone else seemed to be alright, and the big guy was telling them what to do. Cocking her head to the side, Lisa shook her head. "My clothes are fine." Her room wasn't. She wasn't going back into her room if she got paid to do it. Unless the payment maybe came in the form of a room that didn't have roaches crawling out of the vents, but anything else wasn't going to work.
Stepping over to Temple, Lisa glanced at her hair and avoided the hand that she shook to get something off. "It's... it's a beetle," she informed the other woman, not even asking before she touched her shoulder for balance and reached in to pluck it out. Why did everyone else seem to get the bugs she could handle, but her room got the roaches? Why were there so many bugs in the house would've been a better question, but that would've involved too much thinking. Her eyes went back to the large man, not having heard the other man and the girl talking about centipedes biting. Her mind was good about blocking out things that didn't need to be in there sometimes. "There are roaches in my room. I would have opened the window so they froze, but they were right by it."