Carlita's brows knotted. She didn't quite catch his meaning, but she had a rough idea. "I don't know. It doesn't seem like it's anything personal. I mean, the people here are so bizare and unnconnected. I don't speak the same language as anyone, there's the pregnant lady, the old man with all the guns. So many different types and you think it's personal? It feels more like...I don't know. Some sort of, Noah's Arc. But with people." She doubted he'd understand her. Which she was kind of glad of in a way, because soemtimes people didn't take to well to Carlita's crazier religious theories.
She switched tone again. Bright and bubbly was easier to maintain. "Maybe man who hit you put you here. As, what is word? Punish? Hahaha. Doesn't essplain me though. Unless you have something against the Spanish. It could be the most imaginative form of revenge ever. Trapping you in a big old wilderness with a bunch of people specifically designed to irritate you. He have connections, the fella who gave you all the bruises?" She winked and nudged at him playfully with her elbow.