The only reason Kiriona can parse any of this is because she's seen Rocky, like, twenty times. They have cars in Rocky. The cars don't usually end up in the ocean.

Kiriona knows she's not supposed to be here before she even finishes crawling out of the ocean, choking for air not because she needs it but because the feeling of water stuck in her mostly-inert throat is really uncomfortable. She shakes herself dry as best she's able, but her jacket is far too waterlogged, so she strips it off at the risk of someone seeing the exposed gash across her neck. At least her chest is still covered.

And, as it turns out, the person up ahead won't be overly bothered about her wounds.

"'Sup, Dad?" Rhetorical question. Nothing good; he looks even worse than she does. "Thanks for the full-frontal family photo album experience."