[The tone is clear, even if the English words aren't; the woman is asking what's happening, and Callisto is all too happy to tell her.]
Look across the street.
[She says, pointing at the blessedly peaceful (in comparison, anyway) 1301 and 1303. The storm is raging everywhere, but some houses are definitely getting more battered than others.]
It's following me. Everywhere I go, roofs cave, windows break, and trees fall. The trees--
[She points to the smoldering, lightning-struck tree, switching yet again to her rudimentary English.]
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Look across the street.
[She says, pointing at the blessedly peaceful (in comparison, anyway) 1301 and 1303. The storm is raging everywhere, but some houses are definitely getting more battered than others.]
It's following me. Everywhere I go, roofs cave, windows break, and trees fall. The trees--
[She points to the smoldering, lightning-struck tree, switching yet again to her rudimentary English.]
This, the forest. Down on me, everywhere.