Jenwy stares at his phone, at least half to make sure she isn't looking at his boxers.  The other half is that she isn't used to phone maps... her parents use them sometimes, but she's more used to paper maps... but she can follow it.

"Thanks!  And - er -"  She's about to ask "who are the night people?  Talking lizards, like in that one book?" but decides it'd be more fun to get away from the suddenly-awkward conversation and find out for herself!

"Uh, see you in class or something?"

"See you after!"

She heads down the hall to the elevators, feeling a little exposed without her nametag... and, apparently, surrounded by a whole huge schoolfull of expert face-tellers who're convinced they already know her?

Did she somehow replace some other Jenwy Burell?  Is she that other Jenwy Burell, with a different world's set of memories in her head?

If there're any windows, she'll gladly pause there to look outside and think.  Otherwise, she'll head down to the food hall and try to see something of this school-monastery on the way there.

She finds a few windows looking out from the elevator lobby. Looking out, she's only really seeing mountains and forests in the frosty landscape. The windows are also pretty huge, taking up much of the wall.

Ooh!

She feasts her eyes on the beautiful mountains and forests for some time.  That explains the thick underclothes in her room, too...

At home, Dad was always too focused on his gallery to take them anywhere this far north.  She'd begged.  But now, she's here!

And then her stomach rumbles, and she heads down for food.

She finds the way to the kitchens, where there a few others her age sitting around and chatting, savoring a wide variety of foods; the smell in the air is fantastic. One of them looks up and looks at Jenwy. "Anything you want to eat? I'm happy to get started on something just for you."

Are they wearing the same sort of clothes she is?  What're the doing with those weird sashes - do there seem to be different factions in how they wear them?

Jenwy instinctively looks at the girl's collar for her nametag but (of course) doesn't find it there.  "Yeah, thanks - er -" She stumbles over her words, not sure whether to ask for her usual cereal (would they even have it in this world?) or her favorite scones (do they have any already) - and looks around the table.  What is there that looks delicious and maybe scone- or muffin-like?

They wear a mix of workout legging and uniforms like hers, including the boys wearing similar skirts as hers. They have pizza and soups and chicken and chickpeas and fries to eat, nothing very scone or muffin-like though.

Boys in not even robes, but shortish skirts?  Well at least they're wearing something over their boxers.

And they put the sashes around their necks?  Wouldn't that feel uncomfortable?  Not that she'll say anything there for now...

For the food... all right, she'll ask.  "Do you have any bread around?  And - maybe some chicken..."  That's occasionally a breakfast food, right?

"Well... we can try coming up with something! Don't hear a lot of people ask for bread." Says one of the boys.

She couldn't keep her surprise off her face if she tried.  "Oh - no need to bake it for me!  Er, anything breadlike or..."

She casts around mentally; what would probably exist in another world?  Her history classes told her porridge was ancient -- well, that doesn't work; what would her aunts say if she asked them for garum?

"... some sort of cereal?"

"Rice is a cereal, we can do that for you!"

That still feels weird for breakfast?  But - "Thanks!"

She looks around for a good place to sit and listen to the conversation.  What's going on in this school?

The kids are having fun diving and skiing and hiking through the woods, as well as reading and learning, and they think it's really cool how they're going new places thanks to the new technology.

Oh!  She visibly perks up.  This sounds like school's combined with travel!  And so much more fun than just classes!

Though... where are all the adults?  Do they get mentioned?

The adults are around, as much as they have to be, but the kids are expected to do quite a lot themselves so they don't show up too much.

Jenwy feels even more at loose ends now, adrift in the new world.

Maybe she'll feel better with some breakfast in her?  And then... find one of those adults to talk with about who she is?  Maybe?

The rice is ready for her, and looking around she can find an adult sitting nonchalantly at one of the tables. He perks up at seeing Jenwy.