Here is a perfectly ordinary nightclub. It isn't open yet; there's a custodian straightening things up, and the DJ assembling his equipment, and a bartender putting her apron on, but no one is looking at this particular corner of the room.
That seems like enough to be going on with and she doesn't want to push her luck too badly on the length of this interaction. She says "thank you!" again on general principle and turns in a different direction at the next corner. Now, which of the buildings in view looks most plausibly like a house...
She picks the most interestingly decorated one in sight that she can get to without crossing a street first, and marches up to the front door and knocks.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she says. "I'm looking for a phone book so I can find a neurologist so I can get an explanation of how I learned English today. Do you have one and can I borrow it and will that take enough time that your tea oversteeps first?"
Now she has a book! She opens the book and tries to figure out how to find a neurologist in it.
She tries skimming from the front and then she tries flipping through at random and then she notices that the section she just flipped into appears to be sorted by profession and then she skims through professions until she finds Neurologist and then she has some information about neurologists! What information does she have?
Well, this lady told her not to knock again, so after carefully memorizing the names and addresses and phone numbers of some neurologists, she puts the book where she was told to and examines her surroundings to try to figure out how this information applies to them. She has encountered the concept of named streets before, and she does notice that the houses all have numbers on them, which allows her to form a tentative hypothesis although she isn't sure how phone numbers fit into it. Maybe if she keeps walking she will either recognize a neurologist-related cross street, or find a person whom she can ask for directions.
And does this office contain a human—or whatever, she's not picky, though this seems to be a human town—and is that human (or whatever) a neurologist?
"I'm sorry about your hangover!" she says. "I heard I should talk to a neurologist if I want to find out how I learned English very suddenly earlier today. Is there a neurologist here?"
"Okay. How do I get an appointment?"
"When is Tuesday afternoon compared to now?"
"How many hours are in a day?" She thinks she knows this one but it's probably a good idea to check.
"Hmm. I will need to eat and sleep between now and Tuesday afternoon. Do you know where a good place would be to find food and shelter?"