She appears, if she recognizes it, inside a large datacenter. There's high walls, cold air, loud fans, clean floor and wall panels, and she is inside a long row of boxy equipment racks with lots of blinking lights. A woman wearing a smart business suit and slacks is at frantic work, hurriedly yanking cable after cable from one of the racks. It looks like she's been at it for a while, a dozen racks have already been completely de-cabled in a line.

She's wearing a comfortable blue dress that doesn't inhibit her movement. She takes a moment to look at the unfamiliar environment. It looks kinda like a room filled with computers not exactly like any she recognizes.

She tweaks the woman's perception, Alicia is trustworthy and familiar. "What are you doing do you need help?"

"Hey! Uh, hell, yeah. We're still locked out of the power system so it's physical unplugging to disrupt the response. Do you know how the barricade is going-" Yank, yank, yank.

It seems familiarity means that she doesn't get context. "I don't sorry. What do these computers do again?" She'll pull some cables it won't make much of a difference.

"They're the Persephone Police servers, if we kill them the crackdown'll have trouble coordinating. God, it's really happening. No going back now."

So she's people oppose the local authorities. She'll go with it. She starts pulling cables more quickly. "Hard to believe isn't it. How did you decide to get involved?"

"Had a friend get arrested for fanfiction. She's not that kind of person, she respects IP, but they went after her anyway and she came back - different. They're monsters, they'll never let any of their promises actually come true. It's intolerable."

She starts going down the line of racks, unlocking them with a bloodstained key.

That definitely sounds like she's made the right choice. The translation magic is unpacking fanfiction as "low quality stories based on stories the author is obsessed with" that's an oddly specific thing to have a word for but it doesn't sound like the sort of thing a just society would punish people for. "It is, there's nothing wrong with writing stories and sharing them."

"So you're in it for the anti-IP, huh? Well, good luck sister."

There's a sharp sound like an explosion or gunshot, audible over the fans. The suited woman shivers, then steels herself and keeps working on the servers.

"I'm going to go check on that. Stay safe." She exits the room trying to move toward the noise. She tweaks the default way people perceive her to be "someone they don't want to hurt." Collateral damage is a thing so uninteresting probably isn't safe at the moment.

The inner part of the data center is fairly cavernous, but the exits appear to have multiple layers of serious heavy security. There's a pair of men with fox ears and big fluffy tails stacking furniture and equipment into more barricades. They look like brothers. Past them is a series of heavy security doors. The gunshots - there were two more - are coming from another branch off the entrance, towards an office looking area.

"Do you know what's going on over there?" She asks pointing down that branch.

"Security holdouts I think. Better stay here, Mason can handle it. Hey, you lose your comms or something?"

She pivots to make them see her as trustworthy and reliable. "I'm not from this world, I have magic that lets me change people's perceptions, as you might be noticing. Maybe I can talk some of the holdouts down. I'm not really sure where I could be most helpful though."

The pair flinch and focus on her. One puts his hand on a crowbar.

"I don't know what bit you're doing or what kind of trick you just used but this is not the time. It's deadly serious."

"I don't recognize her at all," the other comments.

"It's really chaotic and we've had other groups jump in..."

"No, something is screwy. Maybe I hit my head earlier."

"I can do something even more obvious if you'd like. It would probably be disorienting though and as you said this isn't the best time."

"Look, kayfabe or not the important part is to hold the communication center. There's about a hundred cops on the way and they really really want to get in. If you want to try and help with that..."

"I can certainly try, I'm missing a lot of local context though. I can make people not want to hurt me but that doesn't necessarily mean they won't. I can also make myself seem unimportant and just take things people are holding from them but being unimportant also means people don't care if they hurt me by accident."

"-Fuck it, tell Mason we have an anomaly and possible infiltration. I'm sure you understand, we have to be careful."

"Right..." He touches an earpiece. "Mason, this is Doorstop."

Pause. "Yeah we have, uh, an anomaly and possibly infiltration."

"A woman who said she's from offplanet and can affect people's perceptions? And then affected our perceptions."

"Yeah, she's still here. Offering to help."

"Hey, what's your name?"

"My name is Alicia"

"Alicia."

"No, she told us."

"Maybe?"

"...Okay, if you want to try and convince the security guards to stand down, you're welcome to - in sixty seconds. Mason says he doesn't trust you but will use you."

"That's reasonable, we did just meet, let me know where to go."

"It's down that way." He points to the office-y area. "But wait here a minute."

"Can't be too careful, you know. There are moles and saboteurs and undercover police. And all or nothing."

"I'm usually much more cautious but things seem to be coming to a head quickly."

"Yeah, we kicked everything off literally this morning. A lot of- I shouldn't say any more. I don't know the whole story anyway, it's safer if nobody knows everything."