Hmm... The more that the redhead talked, the more Lisa wondered about how she knew these things. One part of her brain suggested that it was something that had been put on the network by whoever had 'taken' them, while another insisted she had talked to Cecilia, two or three more had completely separate ideas and the smallest bit was holding out that maybe nana had been wrong and psychics were real. "I like sculpting the best. Painting is good, but sculpting is more personal and you can just... go at it." Though right now her painting was beginning to shift. Whatever it originally had been going to be was changing, without her permission. "I sell my stuff, if that makes it a job." But if it was a job then how did she still have it? Lisa was notoriously bad at holding down jobs.
"Madison!" Lisa's face lit up again. "You live on the same floor as me. I saw your name on a door a few over from mine." That could be how she knew things? Lisa had been talking to Cecilia in her room, after all. "Sooooooo you're not new, are you? Not if you have your name on your door since that's something I'm supposed to do for mine." Her attention kept going from Madison to her painting-in-progress, flitting between the two almost evenly.