"She will quite probably want to see it sooner rather than later.  And definitely see it today, rather than tomorrow."

"I'll see that she gets it when she comes back here, if she has some time before the royal audience at noon...  Family matters?"

"Not exactly."

"Well, you can sit in here" (she points to a couch on the other side of the room) "or wait outside if you want, but no promises on the schedule; as I'm sure you know, she's very busy..."  She shakes her head and glances back down at whatever she was writing before Mira came in.

She'll wait.

She doesn't have long to wait!

It's only a minute before she can hear a woman's raised voice right outside the door:  " - and I'd tell you again just how vital these crystals are, except I can't say it in public, so let's just walk into your office and I'll get out the you-know-what and explain it all!"

The door's wrenched open by a very upset teenaged girl, with a crown-and-starburst badge on her blouse.  She isn't even looking at Mira or anyone else in the room.

On her heels, a young (but not that young, it seems) woman walks in.  She looks a lot like Randall, and she's visibly sighing.

"You've said it all already, Aeslin, and I know it's important, but I don't have the time to hear it again."

"...Oh, this isn't a good sign..."

"...Ah, I'm presuming you're Tilda?  Letter for you, ma'am.  And yet more important stuff thrown on your plate, unfortunately."

"Ah, yes, thank you." Tilda reaches for the letter without really paying attention to Mira.  She seems like she's about to say something else, but then her eyes flicker down to Randall's name on the outside, and she blinks and looks up again at Mira.  "What's your name - and is it best for me to read this right now before I go to the Court?"

"...It depends upon whether you would rather have fundamental assumptions about the universe overturned before or after you might have cause to rely upon them."

Tilda looks confused.  "Randall, writing about fundamental assumptions of - well, all right.  Excuse me, Aeslin."

She opens the letter and glances over it.

Aeslin throws up her hands and sinks down on the couch next to Mira.

Eyes wide, Tilda takes a closer, appraising, look at Mira and then reads the letter again, more carefully.

She certainly doesn't look like she's from Suinel. 

And assuming she doesn't just have delusions, then she's from somewhere that isn't Suinel, which means a lot of historians or Research Mages or both are going to be interested - as well as the Queen herself.  In fact, the Queen is probably exactly the person to ask to figure out whether this Mira is from another universe or the Days of Wonder or where... except Tilda isn't exactly sure even the Queen would be able to answer that...

... but that can be answered later.

"Well," she breathes, not really trying to hide her shock.  "Randall's definitely sent you to the right place.  We're very happy to have you.  We'll have a lot of questions - but to start with, he says you're eager to invent new things?  What do you need to start with that - and also, I'm assuming he didn't think to pay for a real bed on the spellwagon; would you like some rooms and time to rest?"

"I need to know what I have to work with, is mostly the thing?  I'm not a one-woman Industrial Revolution, though y'all seem to have that well in hand actually - but what I do have comparative advantage in, is probably going to be pulling random things out of my - ahem - that help y'all do magic more efficiently, and if we can get my computer running, I have rather a lot of math and simulation capability."

Aeslin looks at Mira for the first time.  "Making magic more efficient?  What's this 'computer'?"

"A computer does a lot of math really fast and uses that to control outputs."

"Oh!  Do you have one of those?"

That'd be really handy in a whole lot of ways, in addition to proving her story right away.

"I sure do."

Look!  A cell phone calculator!

Aeslin and Tilda both stare at it in shock.

Aeslin asks first, "How does this work!?  Do you layer spells on top of each other, or - or -"

"This works by the properties of certain metals and nonmetals enabling you to shuffle around electrical potential in certain predictable ways, plus the way certain crystals can be induced to emit light at specific frequencies, for the display; computers in general are mathematical constructions rather than a specific physical mechanism.  If I were constructing a computer out of magic, I'd certainly look towards metamagic as the field to do it with, though!"

"What is electrical potential and how does it -"

Tilda interrupts.  "That sounds like something too long to talk about right now.  First, Mira, do you have anything else useful on you right now that my brother didn't mention?  Aeslin can show you to lunch - don't let her forget lunch again - but do you want anything else before then?"

"Lightning."

"...What do I even have on me...Uh.  Nothing immediately comes to mind beyond what you've already seen, but if I find something after unpacking, I'll let y'all know.  Speaking of which I will eventually need somewhere to rest my head and-or keep my stuff, I don't actually want to haul this suitcase around forever?"

Tilda nods.  "I'll make sure you get a room.  Aeslin can tell you everything you want to know about magic; I can get you in touch with metal miners..."  She frowns.  "Actually, that'd take a little while; Duncan's gone to visit the mines up north.  But sometime.  Let's get out of these people's way."