And here is someone who's not pleased to see her. He yells in a tonal language she won't have ever heard before.

"Damn!" She reaches for the bundle of glowing thread, brushes it - it disappears - "Shit!"

Suspicious question in a different foreign language. This one's not tonal.

"Oh, what the hell." She looks around frantically. She's in someone's apartment. Also, language barrier. Lovely.

She looks at him and says, "...Hello. Sorry. This language? This one? This other one?" None of hers are tonal.

"Nope. ...I'm Valanda." Point. "You are?" Point.

"Waltana. Walta. I'm Walta? You are Valanda?"

She looks around the apartment, holding herself non-threateningly. Or trying to. She's kind of on edge.

She tries the door.

Locked, but not hard to unlock from this side. It doesn't need a key.

"Yes, I'm Valanda, you're Walta. That's a door. I'd pay to know who sent you here if only you could understand the question."

"Door?"

Good! She can get out of this person's tiny apartment!

She opens the door and steps through to the hall, then bows and smiles and says a string of words including "sorry" three times.

There's a hallway. There are other doors.

The average height of a door handle is a little lower than she might be used to.

Huh. Odd.

She tries to find an exit or a stairwell or an elevator.

There are stairs right over there. They're even a usable height for humans!

No elevators? Huh. It's not like elevator constructs are difficult. 

Anyway, then she will go downstairs. She needs to figure out where she is and is totally not running away in embarrassment at having somehow teleported into some foreigner's apartment what the hell.

Next floor down is painted in charming autumnal colors and has what might be a jaguar walking down the hall. Wearing a necklace and something that is arguably some kind of messenger bag.

Big cat! She startles, stares, starts tracing a square in the air, then stops when she notices the... Clothes?

You know what. Let's go back upstairs. She has to avert her gaze to not stumble on the way back up and, shaking, goes back to the human she knows about. "-H-Hello again."

Deliberately welcoming expression. "You want something?"

She makes a snarl and holds up her hands like claws and hisses, then shakes her head violently and shivers all over. "I'm lost, Valanda." She makes sure to use the local word 'I'm'. "Of course you don't understand me but... Can I come back in?"

Might be trying to mime how little she's interested in fighting.

"I'm not sure what you're asking but come in and let's try to talk." He holds the door for her.

She goes in and takes deep breaths. "Thank you."

"...I will sit down." She sits on the floor, crosslegged. "I sat down."

"So, what did you want from me?" Valanda mimes giving and taking.

"I want?" Give motion. "Or, I want?" Take motion.

"I want." Taking. "You want." Giving. He thinks for a second. "From me. To me. From you. To you." He mimes. If this gets beyond what they can mime to each other he'll just go run and get a copy of that show for her but for now this way's faster.

"I want- blah blah blah," she flaps her hand like a mouth motion, "Talking, I want you talk to me. I want not-" claws and hiss, and headshake.

She sketches lines in the air with two fingers, little straight threads of silvery light, and arranges them. Looks like some kind of writing?

"Who attacked you? The person that did the..." claws and hissing. "Show me a picture." He points to her illusion.

"Not attacked? I from scared," she makes herself shiver and look dramatically terrified. 

And she attempts an extremely crude polygonal-light sketch of a cat.

"Agerah," he says, pointing to the cat. "Human," to her. "Human," to him. "An agerah teleported you to my apartment? What was the agerah's name? Uh, names, my name is Valanda, your name is Walta, what was the agerah's name?"