This strange and otherworldly thing is really confused about how getting caught in the rain on her way home led to this, to any of this, from the freakish weather that shouldn't have been able to get so far inland, to the disappearance of the cement beneath her feet and the streetlights glowing overhead, to the strange magnetic sensation of being able to shear raindrops and dust and debris and stranger things away from her skin the instant they touch her so that she can stagger, bewildered, in what is hopefully a straight line toward what is hopefully shelter.

There is no shelter, just more nonsense wind that seems to blow in different directions entirely in places two feet apart. The ground might have been asphalt but it's hard to tell given how weathered and cracked it has become over what must have been decades.

She keeps walking. The repulsion around her skin steadies her against the wind, once she thinks to try, and she resigns herself to a weird dream of tromping through a storm that can't touch her.

It's possible this thing used to be a building, but now what's left of the walls are barely a foot high.

This dream is stupid.

Onward.

It's much of the same for hours - a ruined barely visible landscape beneath the crazed winds.

It's irritatingly realistic about making her hungry, but the magnet-y power is helping with not getting too tired, at least. She practices with it for lack of anything else to do.

Eventually the winds thin down a bit, until it's mostly just rain with the occasional dust - the landscape looks pretty much the same, albeit with improved visibility. And half an hour after that, when even the rain has passed, there's a pair of covered wagons drawn by mules, with the dirtiest people she has ever seen as drivers.

It'd be hard to keep clean in this weather but the mules look... weird. Their tails are wrong and their hooves are too chunky. Maybe it's a strange breed or something. Or her dream just isn't big on accurate animals.

She makes for the carts.

"Hello stranger!" announces one of the men when she is still a ways away. His hand is resting on a pistol.

"Hello! Can you tell me where I am, I'm lost."

"Bout two miles west of Tulsa's ridge - where'd you get lost from?" It's not exactly typical to survive getting lost in the maelstrom, much less without even getting dirty.

"Lina?" she says. She doesn't recoginze "Tulsa" but there's lots of random Anitami towns she's never heard of, or it's a dream fabrication. "Near the Rose Stadium."

"Never heard of it - how long you've been lost for?

"I don't know. Hours." She pulls out her everything but it won't turn on, she didn't figure out how to repel the rain and dust immediately so that kind of figures. Back into her pocket it goes and she can attempt to clean it out later maybe. "Probably not days."

"That's a while to spend in the maelstrom on your own."

It's possible the maelstrom is rather thin right now and she came from the other side, or she got lost at a weird angle, but it's also possible that the tales of strange people emerging from the maelstrom itself are true. 

She does have completely grey hair despite looking like a young adult, if that's a hint. Also her teeth are maybe weird. "It wasn't great. I could use some water."

"Mmm. We can spare a cup."

Yeah, up close it's pretty clear she's been touched by the maelstrom.

"You've got something to keep the dust off it all right?"

"Mm?"

"...from the cups?"

"They're clean enough for drinking."

"...great."

If she's willing to approach them while he's definitely not quite pointing a gun at her she can be handed a tin cup filled up with water from a dirty looking canteen. The cup is not exactly spotless but the water itself looks clear.

...can she superpower away the grime on the cup?