Yolanda gave the man a crooked smile. "Thanks for the advice," She paused as something dawned on her. "What's your name?"
She couldn't believe that she had forgotten to ask his name. It made her worry that the asylum was already starting to fry her brain and make her forget simple things - like asking the name of someone she was speaking to. 

She wondered briefly how long it would take before she forgot all of the simple things. Would she forget her name? Her age? Where she was from? Yolanda grimaced as the thoughts flashed through her mind. She wouldn't let that happen. She wasn't crazy, not like some of the others here. She would get out, not simply resign herself to her imprisonment and forget everything.