Yolanda frowned at Baylen, curious as to whether he was telling the truth about his parents. She hadn't been paying attention to his body language enough to know. Her frown deepened at his last comment. 

"I don't have a vice. I don't drink and I don't do drugs. They rot your brain," She looked pointedly at him. "So sorry to disappoint."

"Now, I'll give you mine," Yolanda went on as she looked up at the sky briefly. She didn't particularly want to reveal anything about herself but thought to go with the most obvious. "I'm from South Africa. I can speak Afrikaans. I once broke a man's nose."