"Oh good."

"It's farther than the school, but in the same direction from here."

"How much farther? How far have we walked so far?"

"I don't know the answer to either of those questions - I guess we've walked less than half a mile - but we'll be at the station in another couple minutes and then it doesn't really matter, it's one stop further along the same line."

"I just wanted words for how much distances are."

"Oh! Okay. A mile is a fun distance to walk and lets you really clear your head. Ten miles is a hard distance to walk and takes hours and hurts your feet. Thirty miles is as far as you can go without having to turn around. I am five feet nine inches tall. One foot is twelve inches. Half a mile is a reasonable walking commute as long as the ground is level and you're happy with your footwear situation. You can find a model of the railway later with distances between stations."

"I can walk farther than that. How many inches in a mile?"

"Uhhhh... twelve to a foot and around five thousand something feet in a mile...? And I'm not saying you're too weak to walk more than thirty miles. I'm saying if you start at one end of the world that's as far as you can go before you get to the other end."

"I mean it doesn't take me hours to go ten miles and my feet won't hurt. We have miles and inches in my world, but I didn't know your signs for them so I had to ask how they added up."

"You have the same units of measure - we should check volume measures but I don't have any handy - most adults weigh between one and two hundred pounds, does that sound familiar?"

"Yes!"

"Weird. Anyway, here we are. I'll get us tickets."

"Thank you."

He does that. They don't have a long wait.

They do have some fellow passengers who are very interested in Tarinda, some of whom are trying to figure out whether it'd be a good idea to try to talk to her.

She can sign "hello" at them!

Well, in that case, clearly they should talk to her. Several of them at once, in fact.

"Hello!"

"Welcome to Sathend!"

"If you want to know where all the cool things to see are I know where to find them!"

"Are you really an alien though. Really."

"I think I'm the same kind of thing as you but I am from another sky!"

"Okay but maybe you're the same kind of thing as us from this sky and you had a mage change your looks and give you alien food."

"No she isn't, be nice."

"What do you think would show that I am for sure not from this sky?"

"If other people could go to your world?" the suspicious person suggests.

Some of the other people have further suggestions, too.

"If you had technology we don't remember how to make and it was way too much better than what we had to have invented it by yourself?"

"Technically, I think if you had kids who also looked more like you and less like the locals, or if literally everyone agreed you were a stranger and they weren't missing anyone - not that I don't already believe you!"

"It would be nice if other people could go to my world! I don't know how to do it right this minute. And I don't have any kids. I have technology though."

Well, in that case, she should definitely sell her tech. This gets approximately unanimous agreement.

"The scouts might be able to aim for your world," the historian says.

"That would be good! Most of the technology I already have is in my body. Some of it I can try to build though. I don't really want to sell my sword if I don't have to."

"Are those very important where you're from?"

"Not at all! I just like sword-ing for fun."