What the -- she was running silent! She didn't even notice anyone looking! That should be impossible!

... well, not impossible. The same kind of thing happens if you get noticed by GOD. Automatic convergence, no matter how careful you've been up until that point. Which means that if this thing can communicate with anything else, she'll have to redesign her persona and her marks and change her deck identification to go other places. Goddamn it, there goes an afternoon she could have used collecting stuff to sell.

"Right, right. Before I do, do you have like. A primer? On the rules of the local matrix? I'm from ... um. Not around here."

"You are foreign. Few remain who can enter the matrix in this land. Do not interrupt my brothers' and sisters' slumber by intruding into the shrines, unless you do so in aid to the Chosen One. Be wary of the great evil that stalks the land, for it seeks to destroy all things. Do not pry at the minds of others through this realm, this is a grave offense."

"Can't do mind control, but thanks. Who's the chosen one?"

"The one destined to seal the great evil once more and restore peace to the realm. You will know them by their bond to a powerful artifact bearing the same symbol as on my head. Lost one, I tire. You must leave."

"Yep, yep, I'm going," she says. She looks at the symbol from several angles and saves it and disappears.

Her eyes open and she rises from where she left her body leaning on the inner wall of the shrine. She checks her flowers -- good, they're not damaged. May as well go to the village.

The village is a peaceful little agricultural place. Men and women tending gardens, one man walking up the road holding a weird chicken. No electronics anywhere, sadly enough. Though it's big enough to support a clothes store, apparently! A salesgirl-or-someone looks up from her book to call out to Naomi as she passes.

"Hey, that's an interesting outfit! If you want something more local, we're open every day. The tailor shop Enchanted, right this way!"

"Do you know where I could sell these?" She holds out the flowers. 

"Ooh, Bluebells and Silent Princesses. You went gathering up in the forest, huh? Claree will probably buy them from you inside. Merchants sell stuff to each other, too, you know." She winks.

Grin. "I'm mostly looking for something to eat and a place to sleep. A barn if I can't afford an inn. I can also sell tech expertise, if there's anyone buying."

"Huh, tech? I guess that depends on what kind of tech... Not that there's too much tech around here. Uhhhh, a bunk in the inn goes for twenty Rupees and you'll get at least that much for those flowers. They're good for elixirs."

Good! She'll have a place to sleep. That's ... that's good. Even if the inn is probably lower-tech than anywhere in the world where she comes from, let alone anywhere she's been. "I don't know if you've seen them, but there are these -- big structures that are actually hosts. One of them is in the forest outside the village, another one looks like a cave made of glowing rock. They seem pretty low-traffic, though? I didn't see anyone else locally online when I was heading over here."

"Hosts? ...Glowing cave, you mean the shrine up there? I don't know anything about lost ancient technology, ma'am. You'll want to go to Hateno Town for that."

"...... ancient technology?"

"Uh yeah? Like, shrines and the Guardians and stuff."

"How ancient are we talking?"

"The height of Sheikah technology was ten thousand years ago. Nobody really knows why their wonders mostly disappeared, but the evil god was probably involved. I heard they tried to dig up and figure out some of it before the Calamity happened."

New theory: Naomi was dropped into an apocalyptic future? Somehow? Ten thousand years is a really fucking long time. 

"Um. Wow. Okay. So, you mentioned some other stuff in the 'ancient technology' category -- the caves are shrines? Shrines to what?"

"To Goddess Hylia, I guess? Or to ancient monks, or the legend of the hero, or something." This person is starting to look a little impatient.

Naomi isn't good enough at reading people to notice. "The legend of the hero, eh? Is that one of those Guardians you were talking  about before?"

"No, the Guardians are mechanical monsters. Mindless, creepy things that shoot at anything big enough that moves." She shudders, then sighs. "If you're really all that curious about this ancient stuff you should try someone else."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who'd be best?"

She's sarcastic now. "Try Lady Impa. The big house, can't miss it."

She mutters something under her breath. Then, "And we're always open if you decide you want local fashion down pat!"

"Yeah, thanks! Sorry for, um, reminding you about. Old things! I'll definitely take a look at your stuff when I have more money."

She approaches the big house. She's not sure what's most polite. Maybe she should knock?

The guard armed with an honest-to-god medieval spear stops that notion.

"Hold, stranger. What business would you have with our honored village elder?"

She's wearing future-armor but is still probably vulnerable to a determined spearperson. She stops. "I'm from a really far away place that has technology like some of the stuff I've seen around here, but more -- widely used. I have special expertise in this tech and I'm sort of stranded here and looking for work, and I was told that your village elder knew more about it."