Whitefish River Someone Tell Me Something Comforting

Perhaps she wasn't as dramatic as her other siblings. Or maybe she was and just nobody had bothered to set the stage yet -- it was a little early to tell. Not to mention there was a certain lack of awareness in this larval stage: the world was just a bunch of strange stimuli that was far too overwhelming. 

Squeaks, wiggles, and gaping about like a goldfish were all just instinct. And you know what? She still didn't know what was going on, being jostled about, harassed by unseen beings, and finally placed up where there was warmth and eventually-discovered sustenance.

It'd be a while before any of it started making a lick of sense. Carry on.