"That is a great name for such a... handsome? Handsome dog!" Lisa didn't reach out for him, she had learned a long time ago not to touch other people's pets without explicit invitation, but she smiled when he followed Cecilia in. He was well-behaved, too. Nothing like the toy poodle her brother brought over anytime he came to visit. That dog could learn quite a few things just by following this one's example, she could tell. He hadn't tried to chew on anything yet.
Lisa shrugged, not seeing why it was such a big deal. She was what she was and there was no reason to lie about it. She also had been very well-trained since her teenage years to answer anything a medical professional asked her. "Not usually, no. Just sometimes." She held up one of her hands and waggled her fingers. Visibly they were normal, but once she added the next part it would become clear why she had done that. "I made a snow village without gloves one winter and damaged the nerves in my fingers. Few broken bones collected over the years. Never tried to hurt myself, if that's what you mean." Suicide may have flitted across her mind once in a very great while, but there was never any real seriousness to it. Like there wasn't much seriousness to her about this whole conversation, though the corner of her mouth did twist down into a frown at the mention of medication, and her eyes dropped to study her coffee instead of the other woman.
"I was on medication, for a few years, back when it first started. But I can't handle it. I feel very distant, disconnected, mechanic and altogether not real when I'm on it. I can't even draw a basic sketch when I take those pills, much less sculpt." Lisa lifted her eyes up. "Usually bothers doctors and nurses when they find that out. Guessing you don't like it very much." Maybe she was real. The hallucinations Lisa had usually didn't ask her things like this. Or bring her coffee.