[At this point, she's more or less resigned to confused stares from hornless aliens; humans in general seem easily startled by the visibly nonhuman, and to her knowledge no other trolls and very few nonhumans have arrived here. She suspects she'll be one of the resident curiosities for some time.]

We're in what the locals refer to as a "fissure" - an area of unstable reality that collects things from other worlds. Probably other universes. We have a safe haven in more stable terrain in this world, but we don't know how to go back to the places we came from.