"How?" she calls after, annoyed.

If the doctor hears Aly, she does not respond.

These people are all so bad at all of the skills you need to accommodate someone from another world. She supposes there must not be much call for it most days, but still, you can figure out a lot of it from first principles. She pokes at the computer.

If she pokes at the specific buttons the doctor mentioned, the computer will take her to adjacent pages of the digitized history book.

If she pokes at other buttons, she might find her computer experience swept off to some Bizarre And Uncharted Place

Well, at first she's just trying to read the book, but since no one mentioned how important it was to stick to the specific keys and not brush any others, she is promptly foiled in this attempt. She gives up and goes back to working on the language.

An orderly comes by with a message an hour or two later.

"Hello? I have a message from the scions."

"What is it?"

"They're getting things ready for you at another facility. They suggest you get some sleep and--" The orderly coughs, pauses, and checks a scribbled note. "--and they'll send someone by to lead you there in ten hours' time?"

"Okay."

Nobody else bothers her for the next ten hours.

She sleeps.

At the scheduled time, someone knocks on the door to her quarters.

She's up by then. She grabs her scooter and her dictionary and her notes and answers the door.

There's a tall, muscular, generally-soldiery-looking woman waiting for her.

"Hello. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes."

"I've been sent to escort you to the testing grounds." She steps back into the hall and motions for Aly to follow. "My name is Devika. What should I call you?"

"Aly. Testing?"

 Devika leans herself somewhat gingerly against the opposite wall.

(She's tough enough to handle it, but she certainly isn't used to operating in conditions where she weighs this much).

"They want to see you do some things, and take some measurements. I'm afraid I don't know any more than that. I'm just a modest servicewoman on escort duty."

Sigh. "Okay."

Devika smiles, salutes, and then leads the way to one of the heavy doors at the end of the hallway. This is one of the doors that Aly previously found locked, but Devika is able to open it without issue.

The passage on the far side of the doors is pretty much the same as the others. Not much flair for architectural variance, here.

Aly scooters along.

They snake through a couple more interconnected hallways like this, some of them diverging at strange angles or slight inclines/declines. At one point, they cross a passage that has floor-windows like the ones Aly saw back at the place-she-was-before-all-the-unconsciousness.

Not long after that, they reach another set of heavy doors presumably leading into another secure area (the door is painted with the letters 'SECURE AREA').

"Secure area?" she asks her escort.

"You know, I'm not actually sure why they write that on so many doors." She brings a thumb up to her lip and scrutinizes the red-on-black lettering. "Do the brass think there are people wandering around down here that'll find it useful information? Is there an influential Door Painting Coven milking a juicy military contract? We may never know."

As Devika speaks, the SECURE AREA door emits a hiss and then begins to slide open.

Okay then. Scoot scoot.