There is a small room, originally intended to be a supply closet of some kind, currently serving as the apartment of last resort for this human teenager. There's no furniture; all his possessions are sitting either on or beneath the folded quilt on the floor. In one corner is a pile of necklaces of coins whose colors change constantly by magic. The one tall, narrow window looks out on a city of mostly four- and five-story buildings painted to look vaguely reminiscent of a forest.
There's about the same selection and price range during the day. Sometimes literally the exact same selection.
She will sleep during the day if it's at least not more expensive, and then go prowling about for more work. Snakes who want things carried, for instance.
There are snakes, but fewer of them are actively trying to flag down help carrying things. There's a noticeboard with ads on it where the letters glow as if they're warm. One of the ad writers is looking for people to do a lot of calculations; another wants a babysitter who's good with humans.
People are mildly (but only mildly) surprised to see someone her shape out at this hour. Someone who has heard rumors of a mind-reading alien and is looking for an illusion mage to hide their thoughts very briefly wonders if that's her and then instead determinedly wonders about the answers to single-digit addition problems. Someone else notices she doesn't quite look local and wonders if she's in costume for one of those shows all the bipeds like where everyone pretends to be someone they're not.
She has no idea if she is good with human babies. Orc babies are much easier than Elf babies and perhaps human babies are difficult too.
She chases the person wondering about the shows a bit. What kind of show is that exactly -
Well, that's not any less alarming! Can they even ask for a ring for the answer? Probably not if she can just read the answer in their mind. But they don't really know anything everyone else doesn't, anyway: there are big productions, mostly made down south, where a bunch of people play pretend for an audience, and then lots of people watch the recordings and pretend to believe them. If she's looking for someone who likes those she's in the wrong place at the wrong time, the species that are into that kind of thing mostly live on the other side of the mountains and mostly sleep at night.
This person has a convenient mental map of where on the continent most of those shows are made.
She will!
There's an amount of overlap between people whose thoughts she can read and people who are thinking about how the place they're going is famous for its illusion shows. The airport they land in is in the city where Adamantite Productions is headquartered.
Anavel Sani City, where they land, has somewhat less happening late at night than the capital: more businesses are closed and fewer people are on the streets, and the few places that are open are kept artificially bright. A lot of the people there look a bit like elves - tall, bipedal, pointy-eared, with hands and without fur or fangs.
The baby doesn't like all the brightness but needs must, baby. Where's Adamanite Productions, that sounds promising.
Probably it's at this location at the edge of town with the big metal sign saying "Adamantite Productions" at the front entrance. Most of the area is very hidden but even those parts that aren't appear dark and deserted during the night. They post information about casting calls on the outside wall of one of the buildings; the sky will be getting light before anyone happens to want to come read it, though.
She picks through what she can; she's been soaking up the language for a while now and did go through her language lesson on the flight.
It's... complete gibberish?
It turns out they speak a different language in the south. Or, more accurately, it turns out they speak different languages in communities with different common mouth shapes.
There are conversations to eavesdrop on. At night some people deal with minor emergencies and some of them talk to each other while doing that, and someone has a conversation with an illusion voice about how peaceful it feels and what the weather will be like tomorrow. In the early morning people start setting up various businesses for the day and talk to each other about that; then people start visiting stores and haggling. There's an illusion mage who's kept busy with people asking for protection from mind-readers just in case certain rumors are true. There's a lot of data to learn from.
Oh good. But is anyone reading the casting calls after she's gotten some breakfast for her and the baby?
Yes! Several people want to read them, in fact.
They're looking for a large number of extras for a crowd of all species but especially the snakes, for a movie set during the warring states period. They're looking for a female caralendar (the vaguely elvish species), preferably between a hundred twenty and a hundred forty years old, for a character who's angry at the world and full of grief. They're looking for a human who speaks fluent Lexori. They're looking for people with experience with interstate commerce to interview for a documentary.
There's one movie looking for people of almost any species to play aliens. They want some extras; they also want a lead who can sound like a female caralendar when speaking, for a character who's full of determination and hope but can be intimidating when necessary.
People can audition somewhere scryable and say the right words to draw the attention of the people who scry for messages to Adamantite Productions, or record their auditions and put copies of them in a specific location to be sorted through later.
She wants to be an alien! She will try something else when she knows the language better. ...she doesn't know the language well enough to complete the audition process. Does anyone around here seem helpful?
Lots of people are willing to be helpful if paid. Some people are willing to consider being helpful for free in case having an alien with alien magic who owes them a favor might come in handy later.