The baby needs to be walked a lot. If she is not walked she yells. So Rebecca walks and walks and knows the hallway well enough to do it with her eyes closed, so she does it with her eyes closed because she's so tired, so she doesn't see the difference until she hears her footsteps on concrete instead of carpet.
That's very nice of them!
She sleeps in the canoe and wakes up before they arrive.
Chew chew. "And some person there is gonna explain stuff?"
"That's... a jail."
"I'm not a dream thing," she mutters. "My name's Rebecca."
After some amount of canoeing and busyness on the part of the people on land, Rebecca can disembark and be greeted by a short, unnervingly skinny man with dark curly hair and an aura of extreme stress. He is probably older than eighteen but not by much.
"Hi, I'm Lev, I run Eros. I hear you're Rebecca?"
"Yes, hello, nice to meet you."
"We should probably go up to my office."
"Okay - should I bring Catherine in case she gets hungry -?"
"Yes!" He makes a face at her. "She's so cute."
"Can I hold her while we walk to my office?"
"Sure!" Have a baby.
On the way to the office Lev will amuse himself by counting her one-two-three-four-FIVE six-seven-eight-nine-TEN toes.
Lev's office is weirdly free of paper and computers, but there are a lot of books on shelves: science fiction, economics, survivalist books, resources about the kinds of plants.
"So, all I've heard is that you're a 'dream thing.'"
"I don't think I'm a dream thing. I don't know how I got here or where here is or why it's so postapocalyptic though. I'm from Deseret? I was at home walking the baby down the hall and then I wasn't."
"Can you tell me what Deseret is like? --Sorry, I bet you're confused, I just want to know how far back I need to start the explanation."
"Uh, Deseret's an LDS-majority country that broke off from the United States when it collapsed and is all of what used to be Utah and some extra stuff next to that too?"
"...What year are you from?"