Wheeling Gull Isle maybe i should start at the end

The girl seemed unresponsive to the prey. Huā figured she had lost her appetite, unaware the the girl's nose was overwhelmed with the scents of salt and sand. In fact, she seemed entirely unresponsive to Huā's approach entirely until her accented words broke silence. The girl answers her question slowly but with a clear answer. That was a good sign at least. 

Now that the girl was listening, Huā had many questions. Who are you? Where do you come from? How did you end up here? But she knew now was not a time for interrogation. This girl still seemed a wreck from whatever wild waves carried her here. She barely managed to pull herself forward into the light. Still pitying the stormy creature, she wonders, How you doing?, while her eyes flit back to the untouched fish.