Somewhere else is, in this case, a grocery warehouse. A few people are going around with forklifts or motorized carts, putting pallets of food away and pulling some for delivery orders, but it's not crowded; she can just see people between two different brands of fruit juice, they probably can't see her.

This is not where she expected to be but, at least here no one seems to have noticed her yet.

This spots here looks like a neat place to hide and also maybe this thing next to it is some sorta food? She hasn't eaten in two days, so hopefully it is food. 

The fruit juice is in bottles with sealed screwtops, but she might be able to get one open!

She's had water from a bottle before, though not any that was this color! It's really sweet! And orange! She drinks till she isn't thirsty anymore, which takes a while since it was hot out where she came from. 

The people in the next aisle move along, one getting closer to her while the other, going the opposite way, gets father away. The closer one has a shoulder-speaker clipped to her clothes and it's playing music, though it's not especially audible from vantage points other than the wearer's left ear and all Eefa can tell is that it's fast and chirpy.

Eefa has never seen someone with a music player that small before - she's only ever seen one music player at all and they stopped playing it once they noticed her. She'll listen to it a bit while she tries to find a better hiding spot, one with solid food this time.

As the grocery picker gets closer, putting various types of bottled water in the compartments in her cart, the music gets slightly more audible. Eefa can catch the occasional lyric:

"Wanna ... until the ... and ... the top of the ... higher than the ancients' towers ... flying to the ... looking out at ... all the books don't ... and it's higher than the ..."

The words sound sort of different from the sort of words she's used to, but she understands them the same way. Sounds like a song about flying onto the top of the old towers she's seen a few times or something. She's never been to any, though someone did try to take her to one once. 

Her stomach rumbles a bit, reminding her to keep looking for solid food. 

She's in the juice aisle. But if she squeezes between the sparkling cider and the four-packs of cans with fruits she's never seen before printed on them, she'll be behind the canned beans, and she can climb over the beans to be in the canned goods aisle.

She's seen cans before and knows they are pretty hard to open. Maybe one of these has a pulley thing she can use instead of needing to find a can opener?

These beans don't but a little more looking will turn up big cans of soup that have pulltabs!

This looks almost like a drink but it turns out it's actually much more filling than the juices, so she'll gulp it down too. And then another one. And then she'll start on a third, though she won't finish it now.

(She also acquires four more and puts them in some pockets her rather stained sweatshirt has.)

Someone turns the corner into the canned goods aisle. They haven't spotted her - yet.

She'll have to get out of here before they find her she supposes - even if there's food here. She starts to crawl quietly as she can along the shelves, looking for an exit.

She could fit in the space where there's supposed to be pasta sauce here but they'll sure see her if they go past the pasta sauce niche.

Hrm. Staying here won't work, she suspects. She waits till there's no one obviously watching and runs down the aisle, as quietly as she can, searching for a way out.

Unfortunately, small moving objects in a grocery store warehouse are pretty conspicuous. "Whoa! Hey who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Huh?"

"There's a - kid? - I think it's a kid - heading towards Bulk Dry -"

Another person - he has purple hair, actually they all do here - moves to intercept.

She's ... not actually in a good condition for a chase right now - she's tired and still digesting a lot of food. She freezes up instead - maybe they'll think she's just a kid and she'll be okay and get a better chance to escape soon. 

"Hey kiddo!" says the intercepting person. "You look super lost! Where'd you come from?"

Eefa doesn't actually know the answer to that - though she doubts it would be good to tell people even if she did know.

"Can you understand me?"

That sounds probably safe to answer.

... But she doesn't know what this place is, so she won't say anything. Just in case.

"Oof. Uh - hey, the kid looks really filthy, like she spilled juice on herself after rolling around in the dirt for a week, can you call Janitorial and I'll try to herd her or something?"

"Yeah, all right."

"Hey kiddo, can you get on the cart, and I can take you someplace you can get a shower and clean clothes?"

They... seem to still think she's just a kid and probably that means they won't hurt her (too much (maybe)) and she doesn't want them to change their mind so she'll get on the cart. Carefully.

"Sorry if it's chilly in there, I was on my way back from the freezer section. Shouldn't be a long ride." He turns the cart around and drives it between the rows of aisles. "Where are your parents? Did you get lost from them?"