One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
The being-rained-on is more annoying than the suddenly-being-somewhere-else, probably because she could have plausibly done anything about it.
It’s also probably the easier problem to solve now; is there anywhere she can wait out the rain? Ideally somewhere with people she can ask questions, but she’s not picky.
Then she can greet him politely and ask where they are. Not that she expects him to understand, but standing around in silence doesn’t seem appealing or useful.
Okay. She tries to look less worried than she feels but still as confused as she is.
Then she might as well go back into the rain and see if she can find whoever’s in charge of this city.
Is there anything that looks like it might be a library?
That possibility wouldn’t occur to her. If there are more than a couple books it’s definitely a library and there should be someone willing to try to help her. She’ll introduce herself to the first person inside who seems like they know what they’re doing.
Yup, that’s expected. But if there’s someone here willing to learn her language or teach her theirs, that would be great. She says as much, mostly to make it clear that she doesn’t know any of the local languages.
She can wait.
After about fifteen minutes the woman's thinky expression changes to a slightly different thinky expression and a stark naked young man appears in a coalescing of golden sparkles. He rocks back on his heels and waits while the woman runs into the back room and comes out with a blanket, which he ties around his waist. Then he smiles at Dama. "Hi there, how can I help you?"
Blink. Blink. “Uh, what just happened?”
What if they come back to that part later. “I’m Dama of Azan. I don’t know where this place is or how I got here.”
“There is more than one government on the... ball of dirt I’m from. Azan is one of them.”
“No, just the one, people only exist on the one as far as we know.”