Where did these clothes come from? She didn't make these. - if she changes them they'll be gone and that'll really put out whoever lent them to her so she sets about figuring out how to take them off so she can replace them without doing that. Who just has clothes lying around that can go on over wings??

Everything is at least approximately a construction she's familiar with.

She's not familiar with pre-existing clothes that go on over wings but at least it all comes off. She reconstructs her dress once she's got the loaner folded up on the bed, and then she looks around to see what's next to do. Nothing obvious. She opens the door.

There's a hallway that opens up into a wider room on the left side after not too far.  The interior design continues to be subtly weird.

- And there are little baby noises coming from the wider room.

Well somebody is probably within earshot of the baby so that seems like a safe bet for where to go.

The baby is being held by a man it is possible for Rebecca to be attracted to.  He's wearing a very strange suit and makes to pass the baby to her immediately.  "Hello, Miss Arden!  May I call you Rebecca?"

- okay she'll take the b-

- is that HER baby -

It is her baby.

"What is going on?"

"...That's a big question.  I guess I'll start with - we resurrected you.  The two of you."

"We? Who are you? - please, sir," she adds belatedly.

"Journey Carison's the name, and no need for formalities."

Baby baby baaaaby. "Thank you Mr. Carison. Is there anyone around who can nurse her?"

"You can."

Blink blink. "I can?" ...okay, wing around herself for modesty, dress out of the way, and let's see if Catherine yells at her for not being nutritious - she latches right on and does not immediately start complaining about the service.

"And just Journey is fine.  The situation is somewhat more complicated than this, but: it's in some ways not far wrong to say that it's several centuries later than when you died, and culture has accordingly changed a lot.  Namely, people are much more casual about many things than you're used to."

"About first names? Okay..."

"About many things," he repeats.  "Can I get you anything?  We have whatever food or drink you might want."

"I would love some tea and..." What did Mother want when she was nursing Judy and was hungry all the time... "an egg and bacon sandwich and some biscuits?"

He snaps his fingers and a plate and cup sparkle and build themselves into existence on the coffee table.

Yay! She tucks in one-handed while occasionally blinking into starscape to try to invent a nursing sling from first principles.

She's not interrupted, in that.

Eventually she has it figured out and can enjoy her food more competently while Catherine does the same. "I don't remember being dead at all," she remarks.

It's very enjoyable food.

"No, you wouldn't.  I mentioned the situation was complicated, and one of the ways that's true is that it turns out there are many worlds.  This one isn't the one you're originally from, and we collected you from just after the point of your death."

"Oh! So I didn't just forget it, I never got anywhere in the first place?"