Audrey refrained from rolling her eyes at Simms' muttered comment, leaning forward as one of the other women started doing the 'bug on me' dance. "Save your own if you want them," she advised. "Don't trust that the walking ASPCA is going to do it for you. My bet is she gets shouted down faster than a rat up a drainpipe. Some of them might balk at throwing everything out into the snow but if they don't want secondary infestations they're going to have to." She'd do it if no one else would; just because she wasn't especially bothered by the bugs didn't mean that she wanted to share the house with them indefinitely.
She shrugged, leaning forward to look at something on the screen. "Doesn't look like there's anything too dangerous in here with us," she said. "At least, not that I've seen. Might get sick if the wrong thing bites you, but nothing anyone should die over. They've already put all this work into getting us here and compliant; I can't see any of the scare tactics they pull like this being fatal. Just scary enough to make us wonder about the possibility of dying without any of the actual risk."