"Felt like a Lisa..." Lisa blinked again before shrugging one shoulder, eyes going back down to her paper. The purple was perfect, but she needed a... what other color did she need to mix through it? A lighter purple? A lighter purple might work, but really she wanted something more contrasting without using yellow. Yellow was practically cheating since everyone knew that was the opposite of purple. Maybe a nice orange. Caught up in debating her colors, she didn't notice the look on Madison's face until her hands came on the table, demanding her attention.
Lisa tilted her head a little to the side. Her exposure to psychics of any sort had been extremely limited - her nana had told her they were faker than the gold in her tooth - but she always did her best to take people at their word. It was an unfortunate, naive trait of hers. "I'd be bothered if I'd woken up somewhere without a decent supply of paint and paper." There, that was a good medium ground, right? She didn't tell this redhead that even she wasn't crazy enough to believe in psychics, which meant she wasn't offending her. Whoever she was. That's a good question. Ask that. She's real. Lisa pulled a smile up easily. "What's your name; lady-who-knows-things? That'd be awfully Native American for a redhead." And really cool.