Elsewhere, for her purposes, is in the middle of a street.  Conveniently for her continued state of not getting run over there don't seem to be any vehicles on it, just a fair amount of pedestrian traffic.  People are running away from her - not fleeing; continuing on their individual ways without having noticed the suddenly-appearing people.  Those facing towards them pause and stare in puzzlement.  Their clothing is unfamiliar and so is the architecture - most of the buildings around her are towers, the same height and in the same primitive materials but decorated differently on the outside - there's something oddly deliberate about the decorations, and their use becomes obvious when she sees several people hanging off the side of one, curious about her but not looking like being six stories up without much support is at all unusual for them.

She staggers, catching herself in a way that isn't quite in keeping with the laws of physics, and then straightens to stare challengingly back at the people staring at her. She doesn't keep eye contact for long, though, turning to check on the droid behind her and flash her a signed word. That done, she scans the area, finally taking note of the climbers, and sets off, looking for somewhere a little less crowded.

The people she glared at are taken aback.  Nobody follows her.

Good, she doesn't want to be followed.

She keeps an eye on the crowd as she goes, and stretches her Force senses out to look for a park or similar place to rest.

There's one!  - On her way to it, she passes a large square, with an area of painted paving stones inside it.  There are people in the painted area and at its border, as well as people just passing by it, though no one is crossing from one to the other.

Someone on the outside of it grows at least a foot taller and becomes noticeably much more muscular, over the course of a few seconds.

...what.

...okay, that works like... do they all do that? ...they do, and... oh, that's very bad.

She turns without preamble and scoops the droid into a bridal carry, and runs. The laws of physics can shut right up, she is moving, scanning broadly with her Force senses to pick the direction with the least overall density of people on the assumption that that will lead her toward the edge of the city.

Some people try to follow her now but really can't keep up.  They make a better showing of it than baseline humans would be able to, though.

The city keeps a consistent density of buildings right up until its edge, where they're constructing more.  There are a few people scattered here and there out in the wilderness but the dropoff is quite distinctive.

Deskyl slows when she reaches the edge of the city but doesn't stop until she's a couple miles away, in a secluded nook where she'll hopefully be hard to find.

Two days later, the droid approaches the city again, alone this time, from roughly the same direction.

She gets some odd looks and then some very odd looks.  Groups of people whisper to each other and then a small number of individuals run off somewhere, mostly in the same direction.  One person approaches her, cautiously.

She's doing her best not to seem threatening, on top of the fact that she's really not very threatening-looking to begin with aside from the oddity of her construction. She watches as the person approaches: "Hello. I'm DZ-12Q," she gestures to herself, with this. "Do you understand Basic?" They won't, of course, but it's a starting point.

The person looks at her confusedly, and then intently, and then - nods.

Um? ...well, okay then. "My master needs supplies for an electrical generator, please. Can you help me get them?"

The person makes a complicated expression.  "Electrical . . . generator?"

"Electricity is small tamed lightning that powers machines, kessen; a generator makes it."

". . . . . Supplies?"

"Yes, kessen." She has a list, wire and magnets and leather and several options for pairs of metals and acids that will work with them to make a battery.

He makes a frustrated expression for a while.

"I'm . . . understand Basic . . ."

DZ considers this for a moment. "Would you like me to tell you more words in Basic, kessen?"

"Yes, please.  - Kessen?  Yes please kessen."

"I'm a droid, kessen, but the honorific for women is ma'am; for men it's sir."

"Droid honorific?  DZ-12Q women, men?"

"I'm a woman, but droids aren't referred to with honorifics, kessen."

"Hello.  I'm Rai."  He gestures to himself.  "Rai aren't referred to with honorifics."

"Yes, Rai." Her vocabulary has changed but her tone hasn't really. "The most common words in Basic are..." It takes a few minutes for her to list out about a hundred -  different words to indicate the same concept in male, female, and neutral come up a few more times in the list - and then she pauses to ask if Rai would like her to continue.