Lindsay looked the two of them up and down as she waited for a response. The boy responded first and Lindsay felt her head nod up and down slowly, "Nice to meet you Xian." Lindsay's eyes drifted down to his not pad and she watched curiously as he began to draw. When he had finished and finished quite quickly in her opinion, she heard him apologize. "Oh, no. It's fine. My sister is an artist so it's not a big deal. When inspiration hits, right?" She smiled at him as if she understood. Though in honesty this was a flat out lie. She had no sister, and she knew nothing about art.
Her eyes drifted over to the girl, she felt a little more than offended at her complete silence, considering she was just having a conversation with this boy about five seconds ago though until she knew about this girl and why she here she wasn't going to make a big deal about it. Lindsay was crazy, not stupid. No sense in getting stabbed by some psychopath because they were ignoring her. Yes, the asylum didn't allow patients to carry a weapon, but where there's a will there's a way and crazy people ALWAYS found a way.
"So what are you in here for?" The question seemed more directed at Xian since he was the only one speaking to her at the time though it was an open question and the girl, June, was open to answer it if she wanted to. Then again, Xian didn't really have to answer if he didn't want to either. Lindsay just figured it was a good way to figure these two out if they were honest about their problems. Really though, who in this place was?