Lisa had never seen someone break before, she had just witnessed it in herself a fair number of times. That was different. That was inside of her own head and completely easy to handle because, well, she wasn't the one who handled it. Other people dealt with the fallout or she was left alone to paint, sculpt or do whatever it was that she could to contain whatever was trying to get out.
"If she needs to see Cecilia then it is an emergency for her," Lisa chipped in, tilting her head at the smaller of the men. "But otherwise... I can help you with your things, Temple, because it's better than my room." She wasn't going back in there if she could help it. No, Lisa would rather sleep curled up in a ball on the floor than somewhere that roaches could come and crawl all over her with their filthy little feet. "It's been nice to meet all of you, by the way, even the bug." Centipedes bit, yes, but they weren't roaches. Not roaches were acceptable until they gave her a reason not to be. Until a centipede bit her and it went badly, she was going to be fine with it. "I'm Lisa." That was important, right? The little twists in her mind told her it was important.