"We're in America?" she says. "I'm surprised you don't know the word for that, seeing as you're here? – Unless you just forgot it."

"Can I see a map?"

"Uh, sure," says Ev, and she gets out her phone to bring it up on Google Maps.

Her eyes go wide at the phone.

This room doesn't contain much other tech, and she wasn't really paying attention in the ambulance.

"What is that?"

"… A phone," she says. "Do you not know about phones? … Where are you even from, anyway?"

"I don't know many things about the world yet. I'm still little. I am from Rothamdar duchy Ostmark."

"… Is that in Poland or something?"

"Ostmark is Ostmark. Map!"

She shows her the map and how to use the phone – pinch to zoom, drag to… drag. "I don't know where Ostmark is, and I'm guessing you don't know the English name for it?"

"I think it's supposed to still be Ostmark in English."

Scroll, scroll, zoom, look confused. Zoom all the way out to see the whole world.

"Your map is wrong."

"… Why do you say that?"

"This place," China. "Isn't on the maps I saw, it's just islands. And there should be more land here, and here." Southwest of California, and the east coast. "And the names are all different. Ostmark is supposed to be... Close to here?" She points to Hungary.

"Are you sure you weren't just looking at an old map? One from, I don't know, the 1700s?"

One where it'd make sense for it to be that inaccurate?

"Um. The year is 1700?"

"Nnnno, the year is 2014," she says.

… Was this girl in some sort of weird cult or something? That'd be horrible, but like, it'd explain the– various weird things.

"The year is fourteen hundred and seven."

"Or, I thought it was. Maybe I fell through a magic portal or something."

"I'm pretty sure," says Ev a bit slowly, "that magic portals do not exist."

"Lots of things exist. Every magic girl gets a different special magic."

"I'm also pretty sure that magical girls, in general, don't exist."

She takes a deep breath, and holds out one fingertip, and scrunches up her face.

Ev: waits! Slightly befuddled, since the child is, you know, making a weird face and stuff.

"-Turn off the light! I can glow." Back to concentration-face.

"… Okay," she says, and does so.

...Her fingertip is glowing. "Do you see it!"

Evelyn goes up to it to try to see where the little LED is or whatever. "I do," she says, somewhat unamused. "It's very neat."