As she goes from room to room it becomes apparent that she’s in an extremely large and foreign house filled with a frankly unreasonable number of well dressed alien women, all of whom seem to be assuming that she’s a guest and that she’ll say something if she needs anything. 

- until one of them eventually pulls her aside and says incomprehensible alien things in a concerned tone of voice?

At least this person is suitably confused! Nuta is barely holding herself together at this point and babbles what would barely be comprehensible to a fellow speaker of Tapap, let alone this alien. Hopefully it communicates "I don't know this language".

Concerned!alien thinks that she should be led over to a kitchen-y area, situated at a table, and given a glass of water and a cookie-ish thing. 

...sure. Nuta will take water and... taste the cookie-ish thing since starvation will definitely kill her if she can't eat the food here anyway.

It’s tastes like licorice.

Concerned!alien puts a hexagonal-pocket-everything-equivalent in front of her, opens it to a blank word document, and sits down on the other side of the table.

Nuta looks at the hexagon. "I definitely also can't type your language," she says.

The concerned alien doesn’t understand this! She’s so concerned!

- the alien she’d initially met, having since stopped crying, wanders into the kitchen, sees her there, and chatters back and forth with the concerned alien. After a few moments they snatch up the hexagonal device, set it to a dictionary application with pictorial representations of words and basic grammar structures, and place it back in front of her. 

Oh. Okay, she can try to work with that. She will try to figure out what this app wants from her and provide it.

It seems to want to display the written word ‘duck!’ next to a picture of a duck while simultaneously pronouncing it, and for her to say the word ‘duck!’ back at it, and also like it may have been designed for one year olds.

If she can figure out how to navigate she’ll find several words that she’s already been introduced to, and enough structural vocabulary that she could probably eventually form a sentence. 

Fine. She will learn to say "duck" and sentences about ducks and try to retain what it's teaching her enough that she doesn't have to start all over on the game for one year olds five times before she can ask what the fuck.

It reads less like a natural language and more like a conlang that was designed to be easy to learn and speak; she will probably be able to ask what the fuck in fairly short order.

The game for one year olds seems to lack "fuck" but it does get her "where am I?"

“A rural-house, in the pleasant-water-country?”

"...what - ball - is the pleasant-water-country on -"

“- the third one from the big fireball in the sky.”

"What fireball is in this sky?"

“The sun?”

"Sun," she repeats. "I am from Amenta, a ball with a different fireball."

Her interlocutor - the concerned woman from earlier - spends several seconds frowning and not saying anything.

”... this is fine. I’m fine,” she says, eventually. “Do you have any obvious different-fireball items I could see, other than your clothing?”

Nuta pulls out her rectangular pocket everything.

“... that does look very different-fireball. Okay. Did you appear in front of Patayeni on purpose?”

"No!"

“Was it a - movement-technology accident -“

"No! I was not doing things."

“We were also not doing things. Is this the kind of thing that you’ve heard about happening before?”