(Unfortunately for her, 'the galaxy' isn't where she wakes in her new body for the first time.)

(Or.)

(Well.)

(Not her galaxy.)

She finds herself among some half-finished buildings and piles of building materials. They appear to have been abandoned for a while; the metal beams on the ground are starting to rust. The sun has just set, and the stars are beginning to twinkle in the night sky.

The only other person around is a young woman. Startled by the spontaneously appearing person, she tries to hide behind a concrete pipe.

She steps back, dizzy suddenly with the shock of a new body - the whirlwind and distant emptiness and chaotic upheaval in the Force -

(That face - )

Her knees buckle, just a little. (They're new. Painfuly so.)

The spontaneously appearing person saw her, didn't she? The spontaneously appearing person definitely saw her, and even if she didn't, there's only one obvious move. She pokes her head out from behind the pipe.

"Hello?"

She forcibly steadies herself. 

"Who are you."

"My name is Anna. And yours?"

"Lyli."

(There's a lot of names she could give. That one's not linked to her anywhere her enemies could find - but her handmaidens, if any survived, will recognize it.)

"That's a nice name."

Alright, time to give the direct approach a try.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did you do that? The whole...appearing out of nowhere thing.

Or if you didn't do it on purpose, do you need help?"

"...Possibly."

"Appearing here - wasn't what I intended."

"What did you intend, then? To appear somewhere else?"

(She needs a lie... She's unsteady on her feet still, reeling still - but she's been in worse circumstances.)

"Not - like that - I thought I'd be - waking up at home." She lets herself sound unsure.

"Where's home, then? Do you need a ride, or a place to stay for the night?"

"...I don't think it's - anywhere nearby." 

"A place to - stay while I get my bearings would be. Good."

"You can stay at my place! I was on my way home; you can walk with me."

Alita is genuinely happy to help someone in need, even if she's doing it by offering someone else's couch and with the ulterior motive of investigating her Mysterious Appearance.

(That sounds like a bad idea."

"...Alright."

(But she shouldn't sound too enthusiastic, anyways.)

"How far is it?"

(And it's a chance to investigate that face.)

"About fifteen minutes' walk from here."

"Close, then."

"Yeah. I was," she gestures around at the construction site, "taking a shortcut."

She leads the way out of the construction site and towards her home.

"Where is this?"

"Washington, D.C."

She is not going to admit, even in her facial expression, to not recognizing the name. Nope.

"Alright..."

"...What time is it?"

"Almost 9 PM."

That doesn't tell her much - 

Except that they don't use Galactic Standard Time. (Plenty of places have their own time system - Coruscant is down to only about a dozen despite her best efforts to the contrary to standardize that chaotic cesspit - but just about everyone also uses Galactic Standard Time, especially with strangers.)

"Alright," is all she says. 

Alita continues leading the way towards her home.

(As she goes, she can't help but try to put together the pieces of the puzzle she's been given. Not aiming for DC, possibly not for the USA at all..."Lyli", no idea what country that indicates, if indeed she is human and not just choosing to look that way...)