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.
It tastes pretty good and that just makes her feel worse, but she's not radiating anger anymore; she probably doesn't look more than mildly upset. Hopefully no one tries to talk to her.
She'll say hi back and try to answer what questions she understands with as uninteresting answers as she can.
She doesn't want to talk to them now but she'll probably ever want to talk to anyone. Learning the local language is the only thing that matters right now.
She doesn't ask any questions that aren't directly related to the language. Those can wait.
"I'll see how I feel about it, then."
"Of course. How do I find somewhere else to stay?"
That sounds doable enough. "What else should I know before I'm conversational enough for people to expect me to know things?"
She wants to know about the government here, and also how to say library and a bunch of other words she's been frustrated by lacking.
He has a word for book collection, though he doesn't seem to think the connotation's exactly the same, and he'll do his best with her other words too. The government here is a democracy! People can run for various offices running various parts on the round, and after they have enough experience at that they can run for offices that run things over multiple rounds that are all part of the same polity. There are six major parties and a bunch of minor ones.
"And that works?"
"You don't know who'll be in charge next so you don't know who to train up...?"
"Is everyone here made knowing how to figure out what's best for them?"
"So how can you be sure they'll buy into the best option?"