Marisa, free spirit by the sea

Downtrodden and depressed, you followed your routine by waking up early in the day. You didn't really need to because you're currently unemployed, having been fired recently from your cushy tech job because your company had to fold due to losing most of their customers after a very bad hurricane battered your nation, an island in the Caribbean usually in the path of deadly storms.
You were enjoying the calming salty smell of the sea breeze and the relaxing sound of the waves when you spotted a single young woman kneeling by the shore. She seemed to be collecting seashells while humming a tune. Listening closely, it seemed to be the overworld theme to a Pokemon game? One of the original ones on Gameboy. That's kind of weird, you thought to yourself.

She looks in your direction and gasps, suddenly startled by your presence. It doesn't seem that she expected company right now.
Marisa seems to be uneasy with your presence but she tries to hide it. Her silver hair seems to glow under the sunlight.

Visual: She's at the beach, facing you.