The EMTs talk to each other kind of a lot for the rest of the ride, and also to a third voice coming in over a speaker with surprisingly good audio quality, but then they turn her over to the hospital. The hospital appears to have decided that she warrants full iso and are wearing a lot of plastic and putting her in a plastic room with its own airlock.

...Oh right, you do actually have to worry about alien flus if the aliens are alternate-timeline humans. Well, fortunately their experts are on top of this, even if she forgot. Not that she'd have been able to communicate "Get me into isolation immediately" through the language barrier.

There ensues a medical exam that this margin is too small to contain! But also they bring in a screen with a conference-call-ful of what might well be linguists and sci-fi authors and physicists.

Well their linguists are free be first-contact linguists at her, presumably skipping the part where they try to figure out which senses the aliens are using for communication. If they're not doing anything obviously like that she can try herself, but it's not her job so she'll only be guessing at the right thing to do based on what she's seen on TV.

They're totally doing that, they're putting up pictures to elicit words for numbers and nouns and colors and shapes and various person-descriptors and so on.

Numbers! Nouns! Colors! Shapes! People!

Once it becomes apparent that this civilization, too, invented books (You can never be too sure, writing is pretty important but the form factor could be historically contingent) she will attempt via doodles to indicate that Bigspacewagon Sixteen-and-one has a lot of books on its computers, which should still be in fine shape unless the aliens deliberately blew up or sank the command module.

That will certainly help but figuring out how to get them out with local technology won't happen overnight. They have not blown up or sunk the command module.

She's very aware that "Spaceshipper" is not actually the best possible career for preparing one to make first contact with surprisingly-not-aliens. If she had studied linguistics and signals processing and knew the fifth thing about text compression she could probably tell them how to get...whatever the important parts of a text corpus are for machine translation. She'd also probably know what those were. But, like, this civilization has invented pocket computers and interactive maps, so probably they can figure that stuff out as soon as some hardware geek figures out a planet-that-we-live-upon!USB to Oja!USB adapter.

...

First contact sure does involve a lot of "Hurry up and wait" and repetitive language tasks.

...

Also wow she has no idea how to talk biochemistry with these people and is probably not going to figure it out in the next couple weeks. That's going to suck.

The nurses who are taking care of her do seem kind of curious about her ports and want to elicit statements about them!

She is happy to provide statements but has no idea how to communicate drug names across a language barrier. Even if she knew all the relevant formal specifications it's not like she knows how to pantomime methylphenethylamine. She knows the common names of the steroid hormones she takes but not how to pick them out of a set of molecular diagrams.

Also, communicating any dosing information is going to have to wait on clear communication of standard weights and measures, but that sounds like a much easier problem.

Yeah, they can get her a small scale to weigh things on and a ruler and so on.

What exactly is she supposed to do with that. She knows a stuff is 100^12* electron masses but she can't exactly put 100^12 electrons on the scale to get a unit conversion. And it's not like she's going to just eyeball the mass of some reference object, that seems like a terrible way to get units for drug dosing.

*T/N: 2^96

Oh! She has a pocket computer. Her pocket computer probably contains its own hardware specsheet. She has a reference object!

Fifteen minutes later she has conversion rates from stuffs to whatever-units-this-scale-is-in, and one for shorts to whatever-units-these-big-marks-on-the-ruler-are, and the realization that these people are twelvists! What a relatively unsurprising trait for an alternate history universe to have. She will write all of these things down on paper, because she doesn't know when she'll be able to charge her pocket computer.

Cool! They still don't know what drugs she needs but every little bit of communication helps. Does she know the periodic table?

She recognizes the general shape of one common representation of the elements! She does not have the whole thing memorized, but she knows where the nonmetals go and those are the ones most important for biochemistry, she thinks.

Cool, and that way they can probably get more substances with commonly known components.

Meanwhile, people from all over the world are trying to figure out the spaceship (time machine??) and its contents!

The spaceship is currently in many parts, though examination will show that it was only ever really intended to be in as many as four. The command module contains some computers, manual controls, a pilot's chair, and life support machinery including a microwave oven and toilet. The greater part of the ship probably resembled an airplane, with a mix of air-breathing jet engines and rocket engines. It was either mostly empty when it crashed, or it was carrying a bunch of things not easily distinguishable from spaceship parts, or its contents were mostly water-soluble.

There's a large intact component that's easy to find, even at the bottom of the great lake, because it's attached to a number of pulsing red lights, radio transponders, and sonar pulsers. Green engineers are pretty sure from the various hookups that it's a power-generation unit and/or engine of some sort. Judging by the fact that it was powering a spaceship and/or time machine, and the ominous-looking probably-warning-symbols all over it, it's probably some sort of compact nuclear fission reactor? But it could also be fusion, or antimatter, or something more exotic than that, all they can say for sure is that it probably generates a lot of power and is probably dangerous.

Yeahhhh they're gonna try to ask the alien how to make sure it's powered down. They take lots of photos of it and all its plausibly control mechanism parts.

The alien does not look to be panicking when she sees the pictures of the thing so that's a good sign! Both of the emergency shutdown indicator lights are on, and all the other indicators point to a successful shutdown rather than some improbable failure incorrectly triggering both emergency shutdown indicators. Alsaiah is not sure how to communicate "It shut down safely but an abundance of caution would suggest moving it away from a population center for now," nor does she think she can walk the aliens through the full shutdown and fuel removal process.

...Well she can communicate "Safe". She'll just do that and count on the aliens' own common sense to handle abundance of caution concerns. Usually that's inadvisable but she thinks it's better not to risk miscommunicating and having the aliens panicking and trying to shut it down further with little idea how.

Okay, cool, if she thinks it safe they will gently load it onto a boat and tote it somewhere more convenient than the middle of this Great Lake.

They keep teaching her the local language as quickly as she can soak it up, and picking up hers as quickly as a team of linguists can absorb it.