"Because it's well made," Lisa responded. "Someone put a lot of time into it and things that have a lot of time in them should be appreciated whether we think they're pretty or not. Like slugs!" Slugs weren't pretty on the outside at all, but they'd gone through evolution to come out just the way they were and that was beautiful. In her eyes at least. Then again, she also thought that she'd heard a door talking to her just the other day so it was very much up to debate whether or not her opinion was one to be trusted.
These people would likely figure that out at some point.
"I heard it," Lisa confirmed, "But I hear lots of things." Other people usually didn't. Then again, she usually didn't walk up and find a statue that talked. It should've been one of her worse hallucinations, only it came with a side of two people who seemed... real. Real enough. "Wheelie Francis... do you have skin?" Sure, it looked something like it, but Lisa didn't think she'd call that skin. "Well I mean I guess snakes have their version of skin under their scales and it doesn't look anything like mine either." One of those sentences had been out loud. Shrugging one shoulder, Lisa looked up at the door. "I'm Lisa. Who are you?" Said as normally as though they'd happened to meet each other at the bus stop and not in a room with a groaning statue.