She's on her way to her quarters for the night when she finds it - a cantina, obviously magical, in place of the charging closet she meant to drop her datapad off in. She stops a passing droid to deliver a message about it to her supervisor, and then heads in, gawking slightly at the view out the windows as she makes her way to the bar, her healers' robes and the gently glowing blue crystal suspended from her belt managing not to look too out of place in the riot of styles present.
She knows the answers to those, at least vaguely: it's a fairly normal galaxy, and well-populated, with somewhat over three million habitable planets. Hyperdrives don't allow for arbitrary travel - coming too close to a massive object will destroy them - so they follow set lanes that are known to be safe, which slows transit down some, but getting from one side of the Republic to the other is a matter of days or weeks, not months, and not prohibitively expensive. The Republic is a democracy made up of member planets, and claims the territory near the center of the galaxy, with its seat of power on Coruscant; the Hutts, a species of alien, have an empire ruled by powerful trading families, and the Sith have one that they rule, and the rest of the galaxy is ruled on a more local scale. The Jedi answer to the Republic and serve them in diplomatic and peacekeeping capacities, though they do have their own planet, Tython, and a reasonable amount of latitude to manage their own affairs.
She asks clarifying questions but doesn't have any comments that she shares with Devika. “I'll let you get back to your own plans.”