The tear leads to the backyard of a little cottage at the edge of some woods, where a man who looks plausibly human at first glance is picking cherry-plums. He was not expecting company, let alone magically appearing company, but apparently that's what's happening today.
She wasn't expecting this either! The tear was between her and some very tasty-looking silverplums and now she is in the wrong universe and has no silverplums. She feels around behind her with one bare foot but doesn't feel the telltale temperature differential - not a gate she can just go through the other way.
"- hello."
"...the human lands?" Is the world not infested the whole of it over?
"What kind are you?" He looks human but perhaps he's merely had a disfiguring accident.
"...it's a kind of fairy? Like - glowgolds." He might be a glowgold, they do changelings.
"...I'm not sure what's confusing about it - what do people call you?"
"...and you can't decide that you're going to tell everyone to call you Cherryplum or what have you because..."