Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

The swarthy woman cast her eyes toward her, eyeing Capri from an upside down position. If this brief interlude was any indication as to why the sea was dangerous, it was likely because the creature before her had opened her mouth and let loose her personality – who wouldn’t want to shut her up somehow?
 
The other pushed themselves back up right, and Capri shifted protectively over her rabbit. A name was given – and the description that she was nice. As if any of this solved any of the burning questions Capriccio had for the land she currently found herself in.
 
“How the hell are you still alive?” The question erupted from her, and while partially joking, it was mostly incredulous. Is this what survival of the fittest looked like?