When she opens her eyes, she's in a large room - is it a room? no walls are immediately in evidence - absolutely filled with fabric.  Bolts of it stacked on shelves, panels acting as dividers draped from a mesh ceiling that seems to stay up with very little support, sunlight beaming through it, and elaborate rugs on the floor.  Some of it's arranged by texture, much of it by color, in rainbows or in displays of more selective palettes chosen to match tightly with each other.

Visible behind one of the panels is a person, with a well-coordinated outfit and hair that would probably be the most eye-catching in any room that didn't contain Rabka.  He's caught up in embroidering something, very quickly and precisely, and doesn't notice her.

Gosh, those are nice rugs, that must have taken forever. It's so pretty here. (Her hair shifts a little, subtly chameleonesque, emphasizing different parts of the rainbow depending on what her head's near.) "Um - hi? - I got here through a magic, I can, uh, go somewhere else."

It takes him several seconds to look up, and when he does it's as if he's only just processed the existence of an interruption, not like he was ignoring her.

"Mm?"

"Hey. Uh, I went through a magic. Where am I?"

"Sparrow cloth shop.  There's a portal somewhere, do you mean?"

"I mean, anyone's guess if it'll stay that way. What country is this?"

"Zibel.  Where were you before?"

"...far away. I've never heard of Zibel before."

"Well, welcome."

"Thanks! It seems nice here so far!"

"I guess.  Do you need help getting somewhere?"

"That... would be nice? I don't know where I'd go though."

"You weren't trying to get somewhere specific?"

"No? I was in a magic."

"What sort of magic, though."

"In a gully?"

". . . Okay."

"Do you have multiple kinds of magics here, I thought they were about all the same."

"I'm pretty sure there's just the one kind.  But magic items themselves are different from each other, obviously, and not usually in ways that have much to do with whether they're in gullies."

"Oh! Yeah, I was in an entire magic, not just going through a magic item somebody pulled out."

"You were . . . doing magic, in such a way that it somehow transported you somewhere you'd never heard of?"

"No, I was in a magic, and found a door and went through it."

"How were you in magic?  - 'A' magic."

"I jumped in."