And then there's a voice in her head. It's not exactly speaking a language she understands, but it sort of brings the concepts along anyway. 

:Can everyone please consider calming down for five minutes while we catch up: 

:????? I would love for everyone to calm down! These people started shooting at me out of nowhere!:

A slightly nonplussed pause. :How did you get this far onto the Plains without being stopped sooner? The Shin'a'in attack any outsiders - well, ones who show up uninvited: 

:I don't know how I got here and till you told me didn't know where here was:

Puzzled silence. 

:Well, stay put, we'll be there any minute: 

There are more hoofbeats in the distance, coming nearer. Slightly different-sounding ones. 

The people surrounding her seem a bit calmer, though still uneasy. 

Tarinda is still looking and listening very carefully in case anybody tries anything.

They do not. 

And then some new strangers arrive. Both on horseback; their horses are snow-white, with blue eyes - oddly humanlike eyes, in fact, more forward-facing than usual for horses, their skulls are larger too. The riders, a very young woman and a man who looks to be in his early thirties except for his entirely silver hair, are both dressed in white as well.

:So: the voice in her head says again, not unkindly. :You're not sure how you got here? Well, where are you from?: 

:Mars. I'm increasingly confident you won't have heard of it, I don't think the language they were speaking is even related to any spoken there:

:I haven't heard of it, no. Is that a country?:

...It's slowly becoming apparent, based on which of the new arrivals is making eye contact with her, that the mental voice is coming from one of the horses. The mare that the silver-haired man is riding, more specifically. 

:It's a planet. Can you get them to let me out of their circle? - are you a horse person? Are their horses also people?:

Mental chuckle. :I'm a person. So is Rolan: She gestures with her muzzle at the taller stallion that the girl is riding. :Shin'a'in horses are unusually smart, for horses, but they're not people. I'm Yfandes, by the way: 

:Tarinda. Any joy on me getting out of here without having to kick more people?:

:Give Rolan a minute to talk them down. It'll be fine. They're just, er, worked up, because of the part where a stranger somehow got a hundred miles onto the Plains without their seeing it, and also the part where you're apparently terrifyingly good at fighting?: 

The girl is giving her an impressed look. 

:I don't usually fight people who are actually trying to kill me and could not have guaranteed in advance that it would be the same skillset as fighting for show but apparently it's close enough:

:I don't think Van or Dara will be able to talk to you as easily if we don't share a language, but I can relay: Yfandes says. :Dara wants to know what sort of training you had. Er, that's not an urgent question, it can wait until we've gotten you out of the circle of glaring Shin'a'in warriors: 

The glaring is lessening, though. There's still palpable tension but they're slowly relaxing. 

Finally, the man who seems to be the leader barks something, gesturing, and the various riders peel off, opening up the circle. 

:I can pick up the language if they talk enough: She steps out of the circle cautiously towards the white horse people, still carrying her sword. She drops the one she took off the rider.

No one makes a move to retrieve it yet, but they let her go. Watching carefully. 

:Do you, er, have any idea how to get home?: Yfandes asks her. :I'm guessing not. If you somehow got here from another planet. Did you...fall out of the sky...?:

:I did fall out of the sky but I wasn't in the sky above a planet like this, so I think whatever got me here is related to the problem I had with my spaceship:

:Spaceship? ...Never mind, we can ask all the questions in order. Want to camp with us tonight?: 

:Unless there's civilization I can get to without being shot at within like fifty miles. If there's that I wanna think about it: