Dana is around! She's organizing movement of the pews to make more open space. She waves back.

Khalida will move over to where Dana is and flop into a chair that hopefully won't need to be moved immediately.  "Hi again!  I went to the public library, it's so so cool!  It closes soooo early though.  But the librarian showed me an encyclopedia and a book about mechanisms and a biology textbook- and a physics textbook but I didn't have time to get to that one."

"-I'm glad you had fun." Dana seems kind of stressed. "It sounds like you didn't have much chance of going to school where you were before, if all that is new and exciting?"

"No- I mean yeah- I mean, I didn't go to school school, my stepmom taught us, but that's not-"  She gets stuck on her words briefly and has to take a long breath and marshal her sentences, scrubbing a hand across her face.  "What I mean is we didn't have the things, back home.  Or the printing press, we had to copy everything out by magic."  (She says this last in the exact same tone one might use for 'by hand'.)

Living in a third world country is one thing and she already sort of suspected that, but...

"By... Magic? I wonder if you learned that word wrong."

"I guess it is kinda weird that you have the word for it but not the thing- uh, like miracles, but people can do them just by themselves in their heads, without a god needing to give it to them?  Mine does still work here, I did check- I don't have the copying one today though."

"Hon, as far as I've ever seen or heard of, magic is not something that people can reliably do, and miracles are only possible through the grace of God, and He doesn't do so many of those nowadays by all accounts. Now, I'm open to being proven wrong if you want to demonstrate."

That might be the best way to get this mistake sorted out.

"Oh, uh, sure?  Prestidigitation-"  her scarf is green now.

"-That's... Huh. Huh."

Pause. Could it be stage magic of some kind? A hidden tab being pulled that changes the weave or swaps out the scarf?

"May I hold the scarf and have you do it again? To... Purple. If I understand this right."

"Yeah, that one's-" and the words freeze on the way out of her mouth.  Because this language doesn't seem to have a word for 'cantrip' even though it has one for 'spell', and also her brain has caught up to her mouth and there's strange men here (although they're not paying a ton of attention) and also she is introducing arcane magic writ large to an entirely new planet and should probably have thought about how to do that at all beforehand.

Breathe.  Until further notice she is here for a reason.  Breathe.  Assemble the sentence before starting it.

After a moment or so, she stops looking quite so much like a deer in headlights and ventures, "I, um, there's guys around- would my coat work?  Or, um, one of the bench pamphlets?"

"-Oh, of course, you don't need to undress. It's even better if it's something you can't possibly have prepared, anyway."

She opens her purse and pulls out a handkerchief. "How about this?"

"Sure, thanks.  Prestidigitation."  It is enpurpled.  (It's the same nonsense word and hand gesture as before, if Dana is paying that much attention.)  "That one lasts like an hour, it'll turn back to white after."

"Now this is really weird, I could've sworn magic isn't real, that it's all tricks and stage shenanigans. Sleight of hand. I'm not sure what to make of this, I admit."

"Oh, I mean, it takes years to learn enough to be actually useful, somebody had to be first but it's totally possible nobody here's happened to get there yet, especially if you've only got the one god and He's stingy with miracles- um."  She adds in the direction of the cross, "sorry, no offense."