The elsewhere she is is a back alley somewhere. She's between two tall buildings, with street ahead of her and behind her, a dumpster right over there and a smell of pee wafting from it.

She falls to one knee and then crumples sideways into a ball. The droid came with her; she kneels to check that she's all right, and then helps her back to her feet and to where the dumpster will hide them from the busier street.

She sits, reorienting herself, for a few minutes, and then slips into meditation: where are they?

They are in: a city.

It's a busy, bustling city. There's an ocean to her left, and buildings and people and vehicles to her right. Only humans around, though, and the tech level is—not what she's used to.

Weird.

She tells the droid to follow her and goes to look at the less busy street.

The less busy street is the one nearer to the ocean. The sidewalk across it from her, though, is made of wood, lots of shops and restaurants and other businesses lined up along it. There are also a few benches and small plazas with places for people to sit and chat and enjoy the late afternoon sun. There's enough space between the shops to enjoy the sight of the sea, too, and even go visit the beach if one feels like it.

She observes long enough to determine the local customs for crossing the street, and sets off toward an empty bench.

People give her some of a wide berth when they notice the robot following her.

That sure is a thing. She tells the droid to stay close and changes course slightly, making her way to a plaza that offers a little more privacy.

Some people point little rectangular devices at her.

One of them flashes.

She twitches and glares at the offender, reflexively deploying an aura of doom.

The person takes two hurried steps back and falls on his butt, dropping his device. Lots of other people react, too, and one car swerves away from her.

She fades the aura back out - let's not start a stampede in a strange city - and continues on her way.

People do not point their devices at her anymore. They also maintain a healthy distance.

Good. And soon she's at the plaza, where a group of concrete benches offer a place where she can lie down without being visible from the street. She does that, settling in with her head on the droid's lap.

After a few minutes some people start being okayer with walking by closer to her.

This won't bother her enough to stop her from going to sleep. Unless they're hostile, that is.

Devices pointed at her but not doing anything visible hostile?

Doesn't wake her. The robot is definitely watching, though.

This seems to be it for the next few minutes. People talk to each other, sometimes obviously about her and/or the robot, and sometimes talk into their devices.

The pair seems to be content to stay where they are, even with the attention.

After a bit someone starts paying more intent attention to them.

The droid pats the woman's shoulder, gently; she grumbles, then stiffens and looks up.

The armored man walks up to her but doesn't get close enough that his halberd could reach her. He isn't afraid, but he's ready for a fight. He asks something in the same language the other people around are speaking.

The robot responds, asking a question, in a language he'll find no more familiar. Meanwhile, the woman sits up: casually, not deferentially, but without making any sudden movements or making any attempt to hide her hands.

The man looks at them curiously then asks something else.