"My hearing doesn't help much with that."

"There are a couple more sitting places nearby that we could take cushions from."

"Yeah, I guess that's good enough. Though we gotta stick together. The shelves shifting's how we got lost, and we don't wanna get split up again."

She makes a face about that. "They don't move when I can hear them." "And I can probably find you anyway if they do."

The kids exchange looks. "I heard that's why people do patrols, 'cause they don't move when you're looking," one girl volunteers. "So I guess listening's the same, there."

After some quiet argument, they agree it's okay for the less tired kids to split off to find cushions.

She leads the way; it's not far to the first one.

Then the kids will be pretty efficient, if a bit subdued, at collecting bedding.

She gets some rope out of her backpack to tie the cushions together with, to make more manageable bundles, and does her share of carrying on the way back.

Then the kids gather in little piles to settle down for sleep.

She stays up for a little while, listening to the area - she wants to find out if things will move around while she sleeps, if she has a mental map of them beforehand - and making a few more snacks, so they don't have to wake her if someone wants something in the night, but before too long she nods off too.

The kids sleep and wake without issue, and they aren't disturbed in the night.

The library has indeed shifted while she slept - putting a modern section with a good-sized elevator in reasonable walking distance, or a clear path to some gentle stairs if she wants to avoid the elevator over in a more traditional section. Both can be gotten to and followed without a high risk of interacting with people.

Well. On one hand it's going to be really inconvenient if she can't leave things to charge without risking them disappearing; on the other hand, elevator: awesome. She guides the group to it and lets them sort out among themselves who goes with who.

They don't seem to find random elevator at all strange, and are quickly able to sort into smaller groups, though they need confirmation from her how many floors up they're going.

All the way, on this one, and then there's another elevator off that way that gets them close, and a third one for the last handful of floors. She travels with the last group each time.

And that'll get them to the right floor. Several of the kids pat the elevators, especially the really long one in the middle, and thank them for being helpful.

That's cute. She pats the elevator too.

"Will you be okay from here? I can draw you a map but I don't want to get too close."

"Yeah, I think I recognize where we are, mostly," says one kid. "This's a more stable area."

She nods. "I don't know how long I'll be staying in this area, but if you say 'hey Rescue' and I'm still here it'll get my attention."

"Okay, thanks!"

"Bye."

She goes down a few floors and approaches the town, wanting to know how the kids explain her and how the explanation is received.

She's from some really weird part of the library where people get superpowers when bad things happen! Kind of like a really depressing comic book? (One of the adults wonder if another world-source has sprung up nearby, or maybe if she wandered pretty far.) She was helpful, and apparently counted as watching the library so it didn't move around.

(The explanation is believed, and the adults are extremely grateful the kids are back, if a bit exasperated at them for going farther than they said they would.)

They can probably work out if she's still here, knowing that, if they really want to; she doesn't like that very much. It shouldn't be enough to pinpoint her, though, and she should notice if they start looking; it's not an emergency. She'll stay, at least until she knows more about how this place works.

She goes to check on her charger.

The charger is findable - the path to it's shifted a bit, but the area itself has recognizable landmarks still.

(No one seems to be looking for her, though the kids are now speculating which superhero she's most like from their comics.)

Oh, good.

Time to make herself a nest somewhere, then. Somewhere a little lower than the towns, ideally with electricity, but not being too close to any busy areas is more important than that.

That's certainly findable. A very convenient library, this.

The next day, a little farther into the depths, in a very deserted area nearby her nest, she hears a girl - at most thirteen or fourteen - calling out: "Hello? Ell? Saturday? Halloween? Anyone?" and wandering restlessly. It's unclear where she came from.

If this is that regular of a problem, maybe she should just move down there, eesh.

She goes, anyway, packing everything important up again first.