The woman gabbled at her in English and sounded slightly irritated. Carlita didn't think that was fair - if anyone should be irritated it was her, being rudely awoken and covered in water and not understanding what on earth was happening. She felt, however, she was taking the whole situation with very good grace. Catholic. That was a word she recognised. She didn't like the red head's tone though...accusatory almost, no need for pointing. She nodded briskly and held forth the Mary figurine like a passport of faith. "God is love no matter what." she said in the grave tones of someone with absolute devotion behind what they say. Maybe it was a test of some sort. Maybe not.
"I am where? You are America?" She said, scanning the area again with her big bewildered eyes. The sun felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Like she was viewing it through a warped glass pane.