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Aneta can't read emotions off a controlled Chelish face, but she can tell the girl is sitting stiffly and holding on tight to the armrest.  "Do you get sick on trains or something?"

Probably it's kind of pathetic to get all scared just because she's stuck in a wizard construct going really fast and making a loud noise. She shakes her head. "I'm not sick, ma'am."

Aneta, entirely calm and relaxed about the wizard construct situation, squints at her like she can't decide whether she's pathetic or not. 

"Look out the window, then."

If Nessa doesn't start a conversation, they can have an hour's quiet train ride (well, metaphorically quiet) before the view out the window fills with huge stone buildings.

Well, she doesn't recognize anything, but some of it is... trees. She's pretty sure they aren't all the same sorts of trees that were right around home, but those were mostly for lumber anyways.

Those are really tall buildings!! She didn't even know it was possible to make buildings this tall.

Well, if she was from (or was willing to admit to being from) anywhere they'd be likely to find by getting off at the train station and walking around, she'd probably see it from the train, so if she doesn't say anything, Aneta figures there's no point in wasting her time.

They get off in a large open area with many of the metal constructs stopped or coming or going.  The things really seem to be all over the place, and everyone acts like they're normal even though Nessa had never heard of such a thing before.

Aneta takes her on another smaller construct and then to one of the less tall buildings, where multiple people mostly ignore Nessa while talking about her and how strange and confused she is, and filling out more paperwork.  She's asked to write down her name and town again.

If she's not actually in Cheliax anymore she's kind of regretting picking out Nessa as her fake name, it's not as bad as Asmodia but she was still trying to imply that she was from a family of perfect loyal Asmodeans, but it's too late to change it now. She repeats her "name" and "town" for the form.

One of the men frowns at it.  "Is that even a legal name? I guess if it's really her name she should keep it, but it's really not doing her any favors. Hmm... Nesia... Niesia..."  He thinks for a moment and puts Agnieszka in parentheses next to Nessa, as something normal that could plausibly although weirdly have that as a nickname.  "Here, that's a normal Polish name, in case you end up wanting one."

"What does it mean?"

"What, the name? Names don't mean things. Well, I guess a few do, but this one doesn't."

Well, that's still an improvement. 

Do they have any other questions for her?

Not really.  This doesn't seem the sort of place that cares about its inhabitant's opinions very much. 

The director tells her that at some point someone's going to have to sit down with her and have a serious conversation about where she's from and how she got here, but they're going to give her some time to get used to things, wait to see if anyone reports her missing, and so on.  They put her in a room with five other girls around her age - the room is upstairs, which is complicated on crutches, but at least there's a bathroom in the same hallway.  Meals are downstairs three times a day.  Sometimes they have to wash dishes or do other chores, there's going to be a schedule.  Here are a few changes of clothes for her - they fit pretty badly but the fabric is really smooth and the seams are bizarrely even.  Right now it's the summer holidays, but after a month and a half she'll have to go to school.

Oh, and she needs to see a doctor again. The doctor wants to take her blood, with a syringe and a needle.

She needs weirdly many things explained to her, like "flush toilets" and "light switches" and "how to read a clock", but she's willing to cooperate with... being a servant with bizarrely few job responsibilities?... in exchange for room and board, at least while she physically can't just run off somewhere. She keeps her rucksack with her in case anyone tries something.

It's nice of them to give people the summers off, though, in practice a lot of people took summers off for the harvest but they always got punished for it. (It was spring when she left, but if she traveled in time there's no reason it would have to be the same season.)

......She does not want anyone stealing her blood!!!! The needle is — fine, she's not a little kid, but she doesn't want anyone using her blood in Evil demon-summoning rituals, or whatever other kinds of rituals use human blood.

The doctor is both grumpy and baffled about this.  "God, where did you grow up??  I'm not going to summon demons, I'm going to check if you're healthy!  This is completely normal, sit down and stop panicking."

"I'm not sick, sir."

(Agnieszka doesn't see what stealing her blood has to do with seeing if she's sick. It's not like it looks any different from anyone else's blood. Maybe he's planning to use it for a divination, or something, but that's still pretty suspicious.)

"You don't know that.  You might have low vitamin levels, you apparently fell over in a forest and you might have the tick disease or tetanus - are you even vaccinated for anything - you probably haven't been eating right, I can tell all those things by looking at your blood, now sit down and hold out your arm."

"...You can look at it as long as you keep it where I can see it and give it back when you're done." This is almost certainly going to get her whipped, or however else they punish people around here, but she really doesn't want her blood to be used in horrifying rituals.

"And I don't think I'm vaccinated at all." (Mostly because she doesn't have any idea what that means.)

"Yes, fine," by which he means he wants her to sit still for the blood draw and after that her weird hangups won't matter.  Does she in fact sit still for it?

...She will be still and quiet for the blood draw but she's positioning her rucksack where she can reach her knife if he tries to take her blood for Evil rituals.

He takes a big syringe-full, and if she doesn't interfere, distributes it into a few different tubes, in some of them he mixes it with something.  Wow, she really is watching him like a hawk.  "All right, now that needs to sit and dissolve before I can see the results."  He puts them down right there and hopes she'll get distracted in a bit.  "In the meantime, show me your shoulders."

It's pretty suspicious how he's putting things in her blood!! He didn't say he was going to do that! She's going to watch her blood extra carefully now, and try to pay attention to how she's feeling so she notices if he's cursed her or anything.

...It is also really suspicious that he wants her to show him her shoulders. It — it could be nothing, lots of people here dress differently than she's used to, but — well, back home it would've been a bad sign. Is it possible to pull up the sleeves of the shirt they gave her to show her shoulders without revealing anything  else except her arms?

She doesn't feel particularly cursed.  

Yes, she can pull the sleeves up past her shoulders - it's a bit uncomfortable, but the material stretches enough. 

"No smallpox vaccine mark, and if they didn't vaccinate you for that they didn't get anything else either. Well, you won't need that one any more," a flash of a grin in his generally grouchy face, "but I'll have to get you all the rest.  Tetanus first, I hear you've got an infected scrape already, but really we can just start all four of the important ones.  I'll write you a note for the vaccination center.  Have you had any serious illnesses? And stay like that, I need to take your blood pressure."  He wants to put an uncomfortably tight thing over her arm and count something for a minute.  Then he wants to weigh and measure her, while grumbling about how it won't be good data with the cast.  Then he wants to look in her throat, and her eyes, and her ears, still acting like all of this is completely normal.

"...No?" (She is implicitly thinking of 'serious illnesses' as something that kills you, or that would have killed you if it weren't for magic or for the gods saving you on their own. Even her lord's family wasn't important enough to have a third-circle priest, and she's never been sick enough to need a miracle.)

He can tie his weird thing around her arm and shine his tiny Light at her and take her measurements. She's only a little on the short side for a Chelish woman, but by Polish standards she's really surprisingly short for someone her age (or "age"), not even 150 centimeters tall. She's a little underweight, too, but less than one might expect given her height.