"No, I'm fine, really. Thank you, though."
"You have no local currency, you have nowhere to stay, you don't want to go to the embassy, at this point I think it would be actually irresponsible of me to just drop you off at the hospital and wave. I have a Betan aunt, would that be more comfortable? I can get you my Betan aunt to talk to."
... Yes. Barely.
"I can borrow a guest room, if you're worried?" she says, playing up the 'vapid but pleasant airhead' a bit. "If you let me - I don't know, do helpful things in exchange for it. The Betan aunt isn't necessary, though, I'm fine anywhere."
"All right, swell. I don't know that Mother'll let you pick up chores around the house, but you won't be putting us out, th'house is big. I can wait while you see if the hospital has a use for, ah, you."
"It probably does," says Adana, with a smile. "Uh - are you sure you'd like to wait, though? I can get directions, show up at your house after?"
"Well, how late are you planning to stay?" Ivan asks, looking at the sun. "If you're going to be having an exciting galactic adventure you'll want to adjust to the time zone. Besides, house is a bit far to walk, I'd drive you."
Well, there's a way to deal with this problem.
"Fair point, I don't want to be sleeping on the job," she says, musingly. "I'll go in, check if they do volunteer work, then come back tomorrow and actually volunteer?"
At another hospital.
"Thanks," she says, genuinely, anyway.
She waves at Ivan, says, "I'll be back in a bit, this shouldn't take long."
In she goes! First thing to do, see if she can switch dialects, it seemed the one she picked was - foreign. Helpful for acting confused, and she'll use it, but as to right now - nope.
"Excuse me," she says politely to a receptionist in a Barrayaran dialect, "I got directions here from a friend, but I think I'm at the wrong hospital. The one I'm looking for starts with an - M? I think?"
"That's the one!" says Adana, brightly. "Do you think you could give me directions to it, please?"
"Yeah, I figured, you'd think I would have realized I was in the wrong neighborhood before I walked in here, sometimes I swear it's like I'm blind," snorts Adana, smiling. "Thank you very much!"
So she can - well, not lie, but answer questions with only half-truths better.
Adana is better.
"They do accept volunteers," says Adana to Ivan brightly, switching back to Betan dialect.
"Huh, lucky you. I'm parked around this corner and along a bit," he says. "Come on then."
And off she goes, following Ivan like a lost duckling.
She'll need to practice changing herself, too. She's absolutely sure that this'll get out and it'll get out fast, but before she's properly discovered, she'd like to have a proper history of saving lives and terraforming before the authorities catch hold of her. Best to stave it off as long as her - well, lackluster acting skills and complete inability to lie allows, anyway. That way, when they hear what she can do, they don't freak out or try to use her as a weapon. Nice, pleasant history, of saving and improving people's lives, to show competency and how they really don't have any reason to interfere with her.