Silverlight Terrace 'cause loving and hating are one and the same

The answer erased any hope doubt Lainie had as to whether or not the stranger had heard her. Fortunately, she seemed kind enough— even if that was a strange question. Nothing right now, She answered with a snort, gesturing slightly with her muzzle to her swollen ankle. I'm lost— well, obviously.
I just got used to being on that stupid island and now I'm not anywhere near the coast! The words spilled from her unbidden, and she took a few limping steps to close the distance between them. If the red girl hadn't wanted to hear all her woes, well, too bad. Shouldn't have asked what's good when everything was shit. There was no unfriendliness to her tone, though; only frustration and self-pity. My ankle hurts and I'm hungry. So, nothing is good— it's all shit and I hate it. Nice to meet you.