Oh, yes, questions! It can answer those. Probably.

"Oh, right. I'm Mae, I—" it pauses. Aww, she asked its pronouns? The rainbow green flags just keep cropping up!

"—I like to go by it/its when I can."

"Nouns? Hmm… girl is good…" it pauses, searching its head for others…

…Then blushes as it thinks of some, and quickly halts that train of thought.

"…and you'd need to know me better before you learn any others."

Quick, what was the next question?

Gosh okay. Precocious little girl. It's adorable, though. Absolutely adorable. "Mae, it/its, feminine nouns, can do. Might have to she/her you in front of officials that'd cause problems if they heard me use it/its about you, but that's just to keep them from making trouble. Does that sound reasonable?"

"Oh, of course! That sounds fine to me."

It pauses.

"…Officials?"

"Well. Usually clever girls like you don't happen just by magic, so there's a pretty good chance someone out there is missing you. And if you're missing them, too, officials would be very useful for finding them and getting in touch with them. Is there anyone you're missing, or anywhere you want to go?"

Oh right, where it wants to be, and with whom.

"I… don't really know if there's somewhere I'm supposed to be right now. I… wow, umm…"

It pauses again. It should probably have thought these questions through at all before trying to answer them for a stranger.

Where is it supposed to be? It doesn't have any memory of having a school or job, or friends, or family, or even a home… it feels like it does (or perhaps, did) have those things, but it can't seem to remember them now.

"…I think I may have amnesia?"

Okay. She's concerned. "Well that's no fun. Memories are kind of important. Also uprates my estimate of just how clever of a little girl you are, that's not something the typical kid your age knows about. Do me a favor and check your head for anything that feels tender or bruised?"

Oh right, it should probably do that.

It feels its head for tenderness.

"All clear. Do you know how to check if my pupils are dilating right?"

Sable frowns thoughtfully. "Never done it before. Could look it up, though. Wanna come upstairs to my office where I've got a computer to look it up with, or make it a nurse's problem down at urgent care?"

"Oh, that seems smart. Yeah, I guess we should go get me checked out, huh?"

It pauses.

"…Maybe after I drink that tea, though?"

"Hmmm." Sable drums her fingers on the arm of her chair. "They're going to ask for a bunch of identifying information at urgent care, and we don't have any of that for you. And that's going to get the cops involved whether we like it or not. Might as well go directly to them, then. They can bring the EMTs to us once we're there and they're trying to figure out the rest of who you are."

Then she leans in and smiles softly. "We've got plenty of time for you to have your tea, though. You don't seem to be showing any obviously concerning symptoms, so whatever's going on probably isn't that much of a rush."

Sable gets up to go pour the tea, musing to herself as she goes. Mae... continues to be a surprisingly precocious little girl. It's aware of using pupil dilation to check for concussions. Well, she's always figured you meet kids where they are, and let them show you what they're capable of.

Then she has a thought, midway to the kitchen. "You wanna pick which mug you get?"

"Oh, sure, I'd love to!" It gets up and walks to the kitchen to take a look.

Then pauses in the doorway for a moment.

"Oh, umm, what's your name? And pronouns, for that matter."

"Sable Miller, she/her, usual array of feminine nouns. You can call me Sable," she replies with a smile, opening a cabinet full of mugs. One is black with "There's no place like 127.0.0.1" printed on it. Another is purple with a swirling, liquid-seeming pattern. One has a cute fox on it. Another says "good witch" with a stylized witch's hat. One says "can be bribed with cocoa." There are a few more swirly-patterned ones in different colors. 

"Pick whichever you'd like, sweetie."

It carefully looks at each mug, then grabs the "There's no place like 127.0.0.1" mug, which is smoothest, and has the thinnest, most consistent rim.

"Sable. That's a pretty name!"

"Thank you! I like it a lot too. So's yours, by the way. Now set that on the counter for me, and we'll get your tea steeping."

She grabs the kettle and a teabag.

It dutifully sets the mug on the counter, then stands there awkwardly, hands clasped behind its back.

"Gosh you're cute. Kinda wanna ruffle your hair, but I dunno how you feel about casual touch from a weird purple lady you just met today."

She puts the teabag in the mug, pours the hot water in, and twists a little dial on her watch.

"Okay, timer set. Do you want sugar or honey or anything?"

She puts the mug onto a little plate so there'll be somewhere to put the teabag when it's done steeping.

"Oh! Umm, thank you." It smiles. "You're quite pretty yourself."

"I don't mind casual touch if you've asked, but I'd rather not have my hair messed up right now, so no thank you."

It pauses to recall the second question.

"No, nothing in the tea, please."

"Thank you," she replies with a smile.

No spoon required for stirring things in, then. Off they go back to the living room, tea in hand. Sable sets the plate down on the coffee table, and drops back into her seat.

"Can you recall any interests, or things you like?"