Yolanda gave a short start at the sound of a new voice and looked up from fiddling with her clothes to see the man from before was now at the door, one hand gripping one of the bars. She looked at him curiously for a moment before walking over, dark eyes meeting his blue. She smiled a little at his dadk humour before leaning her head against the door, right by the bars. 

"I can't feel pain," Yolanda replied, her accent prominent and tone filled with disgust. "They're sure it's a mental block or something. They're idiots."

She observed him for a few moments longer before continuing, "What about you? You don't seem very crazy. On the surface, at least."