The room is sparse but it's not surprising, really. But Lisa takes her time to look around, anyway, eyes the scorch marks with a little concern, but turns back to Len within moments.

"You've certainly made yourself right at home," she says, eyebrows raised, but it's sarcastic at best, understanding at worst.

She takes a seat on the end of the bed, watches him closely for a moment, and smiles.

"What are you up to?"