"I don't think so! May the Word bless you!" she chirps. 

"Mm.  Goodbye."

People walk by on the streets mostly ignoring her.  Lots of the really big nyooms go by.

And six minutes later, someone approaches her.  "Hello, portal-walker.  Care to come with me?"

"Certainly!" Truthfulness says. "Are you a monk?"

"No.  Monks do not usually involve themselves in these sorts of scenarios, here on Earth."  The woman starts walking, watching to see whether Truthfulness follows her.

Truthfulness follows her. "Huh! Then you're some kind of known trustworthy person who is not a monk?" What a weird concept! Why would anyone who is qualified for it not want to be a monk? 

"I am exceedingly trustworthy to get you where we're going.  Monks here mostly live apart from society and focus on building their personal fortitude.  You're used to them serving a different role?"

"Oh, that's one of the things monks do. But they're also judges and teachers and censors and liturgists and-- I don't think this language has a word for the primary things they do?"

"Would you like to try to describe it at more length?"

"Well, one of the things they do is have meetings with people-- once a week or a few times a week or once a month or whatever they need-- to answer their questions about what what the Word wants them to do and to help them grow in virtue. And you also usually have a monk within shouting distance of any street, so that they can help if there's an unexpected problem, like someone is too noisy in your building's quiet hours or there's a cat stuck in the tree." It would never occur to Truthfulness that the primary purpose of those monks is preventing crimes. "And they also perform rituals on holidays and do sermons so everyone knows important things, like that you should be kind to others and work hard, or the current status of malaria eradication."

"The Word?  - Let's go in here, please."  Side door of a building.

"You know, the Creator of the Universe who is morality and mathematics and physics?"

"I will listen raptly to your elaboration in a bit.  Please come inside, quickly."

Truthfulness comes inside!

What sort of place is she in?

A concrete stairwell.  "Up we go.  What is your name?"

"Truthfulness! What's yours? --Wow, this language doesn't have honorifics. Weird." 

"Very pleased to meet you, Truthfulness.  I'm Svetka.  What sort of honorific were you reaching for?"

"I would have called you '-na' which means 'being with a soul.' It's the polite way to refer to strangers you have no particular relationship with!"

"You are welcome to append that to my name if it would make you feel more at home."

"Well, you might prefer a different honorific! You are clearly a person who deals with unusual situations, and that might have an honorific associated with it so that everyone knows to go to you with unusual situations! In our world, I would use the honorific '-monk' for you because you would... be a monk... but maybe you would prefer '-police' or '-teacher' or '-nurse.'"

Obviously a doctor would be far too busy to speak to Truthfulness. 

"I did study with monks for a year, as a child."

"Cool! Was it a"-- Truthfulness discovers another lexical gap-- "were you trying to learn a specific skill like meditation, or to improve your connection with God, or to figure out the skills you need to live a normal adult life, or did you just need a break from your household?"

"I was learning a specific skill."  There sure are a lot of stairs, and Svetka is trying to set a pretty intense pace; it's getting a bit hard to keep up.  "If you get tired to the point that you prefer I carry you, I will."

Uhhhhh!!!!

"I would rather not have sex while I'm getting my bearings," Truthfulness explains. "Also I'm not attracted to women very much."

"It's important that we get you to a safe location swiftly.  I meant the offer in a purely professional spirit."