"Fantastic!" Lisa heard the rest of what Cecilia said, but after the 'whatever you were wearing' part, she had darted for the box. Yep, there was her chesire cat shirt, jeans, shoes and even her belt. "Oh good." She heard the note of relief in her own voice as she lifted up the necklace with the antique ring, immediately fastening it about her neck. That would have broken her heart if she had had her nana's necklace taken away from her. "I guess I'll just leave it on, not like it's hurting me." It was a weird fashion accessory, but if everyone was wearing them then no one would look at her funny for having it on. Not that it mattered since, eventually, everyone looked at her funny anyhow. "Tell you what. How about I put these on - which I'll do in the bathroom because I don't want to freak you out - and you can show me the craft room? It's more important to me than clothes right now."
Figuring that it was a good deal, Lisa stood up and headed into the bathroom, dressing a little slower than normal thanks to the effects of the medication that was still lingering in her body. Why people enjoyed feeling like that was something she would never be able to understand. "So do you know where we are? It looks a lot like home out there." Or anywhere in the northern part of the world at the right time of year. Lisa was rather skillfully avoiding any questions that might press at her grasp of the situation. She knew herself well enough to know that if she asked certain ones then she would probably be happier locking herself in her bedroom and pretending it really was a hallucination. Accepting Cecilia was real was step number one in accepting a form of this reality and step number two was... probably seeing other parts of the house.