Melody is not going to complain about how she wants tea NOW and in fact is used to being able to have tea within thirty seconds literally whenever it occurs to her. This is not the biggest problem with their situation. She thanks the paramedics warmly and then settles in to wait, amusing herself by examining all the various objects in the room. 

Leareth hides under the blanket for a while, but actually calms down relatively quickly once the room is quiet and the only other person there is Melody. (He can of course sense every single other person in the building with Thoughtsensing; they don't have any shielding. Skimming surface thoughts is overwhelming, though, so he mostly doesn't.) 

Within a few minutes, he gets up and starts examining the ventilation grates, and trying to piece together the local alphabet by noting all the repeating letters in the signage on the walls. 

Melody, busy sorting through her pack for her extra blank notetaking paper, gives him a mild look. "Managing all right?" 

Shrug. "This...is probably better than being in Valinor with no Gifts. But - I hope the others are all right. It is very frustrating not to be able to help." 

Nod. "I know." She tugs at her bun. "Want some paper to take notes on, er, whatever it is you're actually doing?" 

"I am trying to figure out their writing system. - I realize this is not the efficient way to do that but it is distracting." 

Whenever someone does come to check on them or bring tea, Leareth is busy organizing a list of all the recognizable letters on the signs, ordered by frequency of use. 

An orderly is by in about ten minutes with an iso mask on. The door is airlock style. "Hey!" he says. "I'm Kro, I'll be on duty for this room for the next four hours and then I'll hand you off. What are your names?"

Leareth freezes. Hiding under the blanket again would be incredibly undignified and he is not going to do it but it's tempting. 

Melody can handle all the social interactions for now. :I'm Melody and this is Leareth. Er, I don't know if– did you get the explanation on how we're from another world? I have some questions related to that but I don't know if now's a good time: 

"- wow, you really are telepathic. Amazing. I'm just going to pretend that's not incredibly weird if that's all right with you, it'll make my job easier. Go ahead with the questions." He writes transliterations of their names on a whiteboard on the wall.

This is pretty useful for the project of figuring out their alphabet! Unfortunately asking anything about it would require interacting and that is apparently not going to happen right now. Leareth continues to hold perfectly still and wait for Melody to handle this. 

If this had happened even just six months ago he would probably be hiding under the stretcher by now, so this really could be going worse. She has a lot of sympathy for whatever Kro needs to do to make his job easier and less weird, and smiles at him. 

:Thank you. The first thing is - one of the people who brought us here said we should 'call' someone in authority here about, er, our situation. I don't actually know what 'call' means, since you appear not to have Mindspeech or other magic here: 

"That means sending them a text, same way as somebody called your ambulance."

:...I think you're maybe overestimating how much I know how anything works in your world! Could I possibly get some help figuring out how to do that? Or, er, for someone else who works here to do it, for now?: 

"You'd need a phone. Uh, I can ask the desk folks to text someone once we work out who it should be, since you don't have a phone."

:I don't! It's starting to seem like maybe we need to obtain one as a matter of urgency just to function here, it's - is it sort of like a replacement for having Mindspeech, but it's a technology? I wasn't entirely following: 

Leareth is following substantially more, due to thorough mindreading, and that's such a fascinating concept! He manages to unfreeze himself enough to return and sit down on his gurney, and starts planning out questions to ask. 

"Sure, it basically does that. And other things, you can get all kinds of stuff on phones, but that's the indispensable one. We don't have spares lying around but I think there's a charity that gives out refurbished phones."

Leareth tenses up, and locks eyes with Melody. 

:We can offer to trade for goods we are requesting, right?: he sends privately. :If - if you unblocked my mage-gift, even temporarily, I could make them some artifacts - you could fix it again before I slept–: 

See, this is one of the reasons why this is a DUBIOUS PLAN, because now Leareth feels responsible for making sure that first contact with yet another alien world goes well, and this is going to hit all of his sore spots around being 'useless'. And it would be better if Melody could reassure him that she's certain this will go well, but she isn't actually that sure of it. 

:Leareth, please don't worry about it. If we need something and they're not willing to provide it out of the goodness of their hearts, I am entirely capable of figuring this out. It's fine. This is not your responsibility right now: 

Great, now Leareth is curled up looking miserable and Melody is pretty sure she could have handled that better somehow but does not, actually, have any sense of what she should have said or done differently. 

She smiles brightly at the orderly, hoping to distract from the sudden atmosphere. :That would be amazing. Though I don't think we're in any incredible rush. I was just working on the assumption that - well, if this were happening in our world, the King would want to know as soon as possible. I guess if you get alien visitors every other week maybe it's less exciting: 

"I don't know if a phone will do you any good while you can't read, so yeah, I wasn't thinking there'd be a rush. We don't get alien visitors but for just that reason it's so weird nobody knows how to say it without sounding like they've started hallucinating, you see? Probably me and the paramedics and the lady who called your ambulance will all sign a message that'll go to the premier or somebody and then they'll figure it's worth sending someone to meet you."

:Oh! That is unfortunate, and - makes sense. I really do apologize for all the inconvenience. ...Leareth, that didn't come up for you in Arda, did it?: 

Does he HAVE to talk about this right now. 

:No. They thought I was a Maia– a local magical small-god. And we needed to sort out that confusion: Probably. He has not gone and CHECKED with the people he met first that the conversation he remembers having on arrival is one that actually happened in reality, and this is terrible. :I think Quendi are less prone to hallucinations, though. And they were familiar with magic existing in general so perhaps it seemed less strange: