There are fewer people but not zero people. None of them seem particularly offended if she just completely ignores them though.

The early hour and thinner crowds combined with her growing confidence in ignoring people lets her actually spend a solid couple of hours getting a sense for where everything is in town and exploring it in more depth. The marketplace is directly west of her house, and the touristy jungle exploration zone that she doesn't dare go anywhere near is farther west across the river from there, and then to the south there's some nice beaches with a view of a very pretty island just off the shore, and in every other direction there is not-touristy-just-terrifying jungle.

She's going to explore those ruins someday, because she's mad at them for creating her for their own sinister purposes and wants to beat them at their own game. But she doesn't want to explore them yet, not until she's properly prepared. Which means she needs to have an idea of what to prepare for. Which means (sigh) she should really be asking people. But she hates interacting with people, so instead, after her early morning jog she looks up Selvadorada online. Any useful resources? Okay, that would be a bit much to hope for. Any useless but at least somewhat informative resources?

In Simlish every resource she can find is either travel packages or dry historical and sociological facts.

Hey she'll take dry historical and sociological facts. She will pore over all the history she can get her hands on, just in case any of it has implications about what might be inside those ruins.

Here are some dry historical and sociological facts! The continent Selvadorada is on was colonised by people from mumble mumble another continent several hundred years ago (no it doesn't matter how many years don't look too hard). It already had people living on it though including some ancient civilisation that built those ruins. They were not ruins when they were built, to be clear, ruination is what happens after many years of abandonment.

There are many facts about how this is a reasonably poor country whose economy mostly relies on tourism and exporting some natural resources that other countries used to have but thoroughly destroyed or even some resources that no other countries have, at least not in such abundance.

Hence the tourists being 'good for money'. Well, great. She is not here to bolster the Selvadoradan economy, she is here to find out what game the magical ruins are playing and then win it.

Speaking of which, are her mobile apps bringing in enough money to comfortably keep her in groceries yet? If not, she should focus on writing more of them until they do. She's getting better; maybe she'll get lucky and one of her future, slightly less dumb little games will take off and get stupidly popular... but it would not be wise to rely on that. She should also look into other ways to support herself using remote work.

...could she move back home? Okay, technically no because she doesn't know where home is. Could she move to Simerica, though? She decides she's at least not going to look into it right away, not until she has a better handle on things. She's nervous that it might turn out that Simerica is not real and moving there is effectively just deleting yourself from reality.

To combat that nervousness, she should... okay. Okay, yeah. She should loiter around town waiting for other tourists or adventurers to show up so she can grill them about their origins. Except that that sounds like the worst possible thing, so instead of that, she's going to focus on making money for another few days at least because it's easier and more comfortable and involves less Human Interaction Ugh. Maybe in the meantime, hmm...

She gets out her whiteboard and starts another spreadsheet and spends an afternoon trying to develop a basic picture of the global economy from online resources. Does it look approximately like there is a real world out there in which countries exist and trade with each other and the universe does not secretly revolve around Selvadorada? Accounting for the frustratingly vague and incomplete nature of all online resources everywhere, of course.

The frustrating online resources do not paint anywhere near a complete picture of a realistic, functioning world, but Selvadorada is not in any way an exception to that—there is just as little detail about it as there is about anywhere else. Countries seem to exist and have governments and have economies and trade with each other but it's all very fucking vague.

As for her money making endeavours, she's currently breaking even on groceries and bills if she doesn't splurge or order takeout or go to restaurants or buy souvenirs. Other remote work positions are available, especially with programming skills involved. If she looks, she'll find that she has proper Simerican ID in her inventory plus a passport and an immigration visa to Selvadorada.

Okay. She looks into whatever remote work positions seem the most lucrative, and writes another dumb little mobile game, and creates a doodling app that lets you share your drawings with friends and remix each other's work because that sounds like the kind of saccharine nonsense that normal, socially focused people might enjoy, and at that point it's been two weeks and that's half a year and she is starting to feel like a coward, so she sighs and steels herself and heads out for another jog, this time crossing the river to investigate the tourist-focused jungle area.

The tourist-focused jungle area also has some hotels and markets, but given how it's the jungle area it's definitely trying to cater to the would-be adventurers and explorers that are about to go get eaten by ancient ruins.

Or, you know, the tourists who just want regular tours to the regular, safe ruins, the ones that have no treasure at all but also no risk of being skewered by a trapped floor. Those go there, too.

...hmm. Technically she could sign up for a regular tour to the regular safe ruins. This sounds excruciating, but she could do it. It seems like a place to start. She could (ugh) meet other potential adventurers and (ugh, ugh) make social connections.

Okay, fine. She will, very grudgingly, do that.

Here's a travel agency that probably sells such touristic packages! It contains numerous posters and pamphlets, a few flat screens showing videos of RADICAL and COOL and AWESOME experiences in the jungle, and some odds and ends she can buy like backpacks and boots and the like.

Also a smiling person behind a desk who can probably exchange goods and services for money.

Uuuuugh fiiiine she'll interact with a huuuman

"Hi, can I go on a jungle tour?"

"Hello, ma'am! Do you have any specific package in mind?"

"What are the options?"

They have pamphlets! So many pamphlets! Here's a sightseeing tour in a jeep, a sighsteeing tour on a jeep, a sightseeing tour that starts with a jeep part but then has a little bit of walking around very safe trails with fenced areas, a sightseeing tour that is all walking around fenced areas, a sightseeing tour that has one part that is not fenced...

At the "most dangerous" end they get a tour off the beaten path with a guide that goes into cleared areas of some ruins that have been made safe from traps and which at one point gets to a hidden waterfall and natural pool they can swim in for a bit before resuming the tour.

Yeah she's taking that last one.

Cool! That'll be §1,300, please, sign this disclaimer form that frees the agency of responsibility for any permanent damage incurred to her person up to and including death, see you tomorrow at 6AM!

Uuuuuugh she hates everything but FINE.

She pointedly goes to bed early despite the urge to stay up all night coding, and shows up the next day at 6AM.

There is a person who is clearly the Designated Tour Guide, you can tell by how he has Proper Tour Guide Clothes that also have the logo of the travel company attached to his jacket's breast pocket.

Also he's the only one there.

"Good morning! I'm Unther Cyan."

"Morning." She can't bring herself to call it a good one. "I'm April. Turnberry."

"A pleasure!" He's clearly not local, not only is his name unlike locals' but also his accent is noticeably different. "Ready to go?"

No. "Sure."

"We're going to the start of the trail by car," he explains, leading her to a jeep.

"Sure," she repeats. Why did she sign up for this again? Right, spite. Spite is why. Spite is going to get her through this extended interaction with another human being. Take that, creepy ruins that may or may not have created April out of thin air in order to eat her, she's going to endure social interactions in order to figure out your deal so she can defeat you.

Jeep! He opens the door for her but goes to the driver's side without waiting for her to get in.

Once driving, he turns the music on, loud and local, and hums along to it without actually having a conversation.