Laika smiles, looking sympathetic. "Most people live out their lives here, some foolishly try to leave," She explains gently. "But we're a little cut off to the rest of the world. The reef that surrounds us is dangerous, no ship could sail through without being punctured in the hull or run aground. Also, those storms never really go away so the sea is dangerous." She glances at the storms. "Rescue will never come."