"No, no, he's not coming here. We would call him on the telephone."

Where is she from? It's not like phones are new, like computers.

"Oh... yes, I'd, um like to talk to him on the telephone?"  This place is weird and disconcerting and apparently having an epidemic which she can't actually do much for except provide clean water and channel at people until they pull through on their own.  But it's not like her odds are much better alone in the woods.

They can arrange that! There's a hall for service, with wooden pews and some nice religious art (detailed patterning on the furnishings, stained glass and paintings of people holding books, or babies, or holy symbols, or a humanoid angel with a trumpet, or a man wearing a crown of thorns - their holy symbol is a one vertical bar with three horizontal bars, apparently) and a few back end and office areas in the church. It's cooler inside than outside. The telephone is a red plastic handset attached to a wall; A woman inside who is inventorying and storing away food objects will keep her company if that's alright? Just because there are private documents and valuables in here.

They call the priest and give a report- She can hear a voice too low to understand, giving answers. They're at the church and putting away the food supplies. They're being careful, yes. A strange woman showed up and it sounds like she is lost or confused somehow-- She says she's not sick and hasn't been near any sick people recently, yes. Young, quite young, and foreign, perhaps Middle-Eastern? They didn't ask. She speaks English, yes, but... Ah... She says she has magic? Yes, it sounds very silly. No, they're not sure of that. Yes, she's right here and would like to talk. 

They hand the headset to her.

Oh yes, she understands, she won't touch anything,  she can just look at the art.  (Oh wow there are a lot of books in here...)

She's slightly awkward using the phone but doesn't hold it upside-down or anything, she watched how the person before her was using it.  

"Um, hello, Father Ramisov?  My name is Khalida, I'm from- really far away."

"Good morning, Khalida. It sounds like you are lost and troubled. If we can help you, of course we should. You do not need to tell me, but if you are avoiding something in your life - someone who hurt you, or might want to hurt you - well, if we were to help you go somewhere, it does not need to be 'home'."

"I, um, what?  Nobody-"  well, plenty of demons want to hurt her- and most things that actually have are dead-  "I mean, I guess I don't want to go back to my father's house in specific, if you have some way to send somebody back to their birthplace, that wouldn't do much good?  If you can send me back to where I was right before I came here, that would be all right-"  except your parishioner thought magic wasn't real?  How does she ask that without sounding like a total idiot-  "but, um, if you can't and you're having an epidemic here I might be able to help?"

"-I see. I thought you might be running away from home, since they described you as 'young' and- Well, it doesn't matter. Where were you right before you came here? Where you are now, our church is a bit north of Aurora and Naperville, which are both west of the city of Chicago. In Illinois, in the United States of America."

"Oh- no, I'm, uh, not here on purpose.  Um, so I was at Fort Eleven on the north border of the Worldwound, which isn't really in a country but I think used to be called Sarkoris?  On the planet Golarion.  Um."  Okay there is no not weird way to say this but she does have to ask.  "One of the guys I talked to first said magic, um, isn't real?  Is it, like, illegal, or does it just not work here at all?"

"-O child. Earth is the only planet God has given us. When I hear the word magic, I think of showmen performing tricks with sleight of hand using decks of cards, or coins, or clever devices on a stage. That is not illegal unless you use it for fraud, it is also not supernatural in the sense that it is within the workings of the physical world as can be understood. When they make a coin seem to disappear, it is only hidden, not truly gone."

...?  She's- just going to not engage with the theology part right now (are they not-evil monotheists?), it feels somehow rude to say 'well I have a different god and a different planet, I'm not one of you'.

"Okay, um, I don't super want to do fraud, so that's good- do you maybe have a different word for the stuff priests do?"   She pokes at her new language-  "...miracles?  Faith healing?"  Neither of those are quite right, whoops.

"Miracles are the province of God, and while faith is a powerful force, God does not call us to rely on faith alone to heal, to reject other tools such as scientific medicine... I think you may have been raised very confused, miss Khalida, a great wrong to you. Perhaps I am wrong- There is an epidemic, which seems worse than usual, perhaps that is a sign and strange things are in the world."

"Um, I-  I really do think I'm just from really really far away?  ...and I don't reject scientific medicine, there's nothing wrong with it if you can't get faith healing?"  Why does this entire conversation keep feeling a quarter-turn off from what she expects it to be.  "Anyway, uh, if your god is jealous I don't want to cause you problems with Him?  If you're all set on clean water I can go somewhere else, if you know who needs it?"

"I'm very confused, young lady, is the problem. If you need shelter, we can shelter you. It is only right to do so. But I'm confused. Do you follow a god that is not known by names such as the Almighty, the Christian god, Yahweh, Allah, Elohim, Jesus Christ?"

"No, yeah- I mean, not that I know of- Nethys, the All-Seeing, god of magic and knowledge?  But I know He's called by other names different places.  ...also yeah I don't actually have a place to sleep tonight yet.  If you have room I'd- like that.  If you're sure your god won't mind."

"God is said to be all-seeing. But I'm not talking to you to give you a sermon right now... How many years old are you? It is relevant to your position under the law and the ways we can help."

"Nineteen?"  Almost, but she'd just as soon round up, even if she's really quite sure at this point they can't somehow send her back to her father.

"Those under eighteen years of age are considered minors, children, in the United States. Being nineteen, there is no need for anyone to try to find your parents or another responsible agency to look after you, since you are so sure they are not to be found here. I may recommend against a young lady moving around alone, but you may so far as I understand the law. And I hereby grant permission to sleep within the church tonight and feed and water yourself with the supplies there, if you wish."