Tia shrugged lightly, one brown shoulder rising and falling carelessly. "De Caribbean. O' late. D' world, b'fore den. Always d' sea."
At the second question, the woman tilted her head a bit, trying to work out the days. It was a rather difficult thing to do, without the sun to guide, but there were other ways to mark the time. "I been here since d' day o' de great storm. When de rain an' de wind go still, den try an' tear dis city out from de groun'."