"I wonder if that's a property of your planet or of your - dimension."

There being no way to make progress on this question from her ship, they don't. Eventually they reach the space station she's heading for and she talks to the authorities thereof and docks.

"Is there anything I should be doing right now...?"

"My translator's propagated its updates to the station, you can go talk to anyone there if you like. I'll be here for a few days resupplying and getting maintenance done on the ship if you need me for anything, you can keep sleeping here for now if you like."

"Thank you. Do you know where people look for work around here, is there a bulletin board or someone I should ask?"

"There wouldn't be a literal bulletin board. You could ask the station computer - same as I talk to mine."

"Oh. Of course. You use computers for a lot. I suppose I could ask a computer what other things you use them for, couldn't I?"

"Yes. A computer isn't going to give you a particularly context-sensitive answer but it'll be able to reply intelligibly enough."

"Show me where I can find the station computer to talk to?"

"It'll be able to hear you from any part of the station you'd be in."

She thanks Isabella, takes a couple of steps out of the ship and tentatively asks, "Station computer? Do you understand me?"

"Yes," says an ambient voice.

"I'm interested in finding work and somewhere to stay while I'm here. Can you help me with that?"

"Guest quarters are assigned at Operations on deck one. Job listings are available at the Common Square on deck three. Turn left and enter the turbolift at the end of the hall to ascend from deck eight."

"Does the turbolift make a sound or have a smell? I've never encountered one before."

"It sounds like this when operating:" The computer plays a sound.

Then she can find it, and presumably the computer can tell her how to use it to get to the Common Square and read her the job listings, right?

Yup. The Common Square is a crowded marketplace sort of space, full of tables and chairs between the restaurants and shops and displays.

Jobs currently advertised on the station include a cargo hauling gig, a couple of hospitality and food service jobs, some stuff in maintenance, and an event planner's assistant position. She could also apply to hire on to a couple ships, a Betazoid freighter or a Federation passenger transport.

She'll just avoid the Betazoids if at all possible.

It's not an extremely promising selection of jobs, and none of them seem like they'd obviously be improved by illusions. She'll probably end up just advertising her magic, but just in case she has some questions for the computer. "Which if any of the jobs that aren't on ships can be done by someone who doesn't know any local languages, isn't familiar with local customs, can't see well and only barely understands the local technology?"

The computer doesn't really understand this question but can read out the job descriptions of all the stationside postings (ability to lift certain amounts, at least two years of experience in customer-facing work, an engineering credential, etcetera). None of them sound like they're particularly good fits.

Not very surprising. "Is there a way to advertise skills I have to people who might want to hire me?"

"Unknown," says the computer.

"What things done on this station need artificial light?"

"All inhabited sections of the station have artificial lighting installed."

"Does it need maintenance or anything?"

"The maintenance schedule for station lighting calls for it to be inspected every three years."