A little boy her own age is standing in this apartment on a cellphone. "母は。。。ドンジョン。。。です," he says, haltingly like he's not accustomed to whatever language that is either. "場所は。。。" At this point he notices Kennedy. "ええと。。。すみません。" He fumbles for a small notebook in his pocket, but he drops it in the process.

The apartment is full of boxes, and they are labeled in a mix of what looks like Latin and indecipherable foreign writing.

...Okay.  She needs to - breathe normally, and stay looking composed, and take in information.  Is there somewhere for her to sit down?  She would like to sit down.

She could sit on a box! There are also kitchen chairs but they're still wrapped in plastic and stacked on top of each other.

The boy picks up his notebook and flips through it and finds the page he wants and reads something off it slowly with furrowed brow. Then he says, "はい。　あ、そのドンジョンは。。。um. 怪獣。怪物。それは何ですか？　なるほど。。。　ここは女の子が。。。 um.... はい。なるほど。 いいえ、ママじゃないよ！”

A box will do.  She does not want to be the sort of person who sits on the floor in a situation like this but she might have, if there wasn't anything else.  Eventually.

He keeps looking at her. He tries a few more things on the phone, but his command of the language is clearly limiting him. Finally he says, "はい。さよなら。" And he hangs up. And he looks at Kennedy.

"Do you speak English?" he asks hopefully.

Oh, relief.  "No."

Sigh. "日本語ができますか？”

"I definitely don't speak that one."

"Look, if you do speak English I don't think this is a good time to be sarcastic about it."

"I know Latin and Barbliic."

"This is English. Latin is a dead language. I never even heard of Barbliic. Why are you in my apartment?"

"This is Latin.  There was a monster, and when it touched me I started being here."

"This is not Latin. This is English and you're wrong. Were you in a dungeon or did the monster come out of its dungeon?"

"Ummmm.  I guess it came out."

"Where were you when the monster got you? What did it look like?"

"I was in the Striving Plaza in Verona, and it was a really big snake with a mirror on its face that was big enough to eat adults with."

He writes this down. "Verona in Italy?"

"In Vespuricca."

"What country is that in?"

"Verona is the country, Vespuricca is a continent."

"How do you spell Vespuricca?" he asks suspiciously.

"V-e-s-p-u-r-i-c-c-a."

He types that into his phone.

"That is not a continent. I think the monster messed with your head," he concludes. "About that and maybe also about Latin."

What is that object.  "Okay, ummmmm.  I think if that happens I have to go lie down.  Alone.  Um, do you have a bed in a room that locks?  And can you get a New Year's here?  Any New Year's."

"We just moved here so the beds don't have sheets on them, and it's the middle of summer, nowhere near New Year's. I think I should call... uh... I don't know how to explain this in Japanese so I shouldn't call 119 again but maybe I can call Dungeon Data Science International or something. What do you remember being your name?"