She's hungry and thirsty; she'll be sleepy in another few hours; she could probably use a bath but she'll be fine without one. Also she's a child and shouldn't really be wandering around without someone to go to if she needs help.

There's a general sense of acknowledgement, there's an image of someone going to fetch food and water and another of her walking up to several different people unhappy and then becoming happy. The person with the staff is clearly one of the people but whether the others are specific people is unclear.

The one holding the staff says something probably in the first language and the one with the instrument puts it down and goes into a side room.

She appreciates the food and help!

Are they familiar with Sith, the Force, Jedi?

They haven't seen any people who look like that to the first question. The force is coming through as a sorta extra sense and maybe more than that... they don't know of anyone with a sense like that. The third question just gets a sense of uncertainty and confusion whatever she was trying to convey didn't get communicated well.

That's disappointing. She belongs in the Sith place if they manage to figure out where it is - she can maybe figure it out on a map of the galaxy?

There's a request for her to follow and they lead her into a side room... this has a holo projector and indeed a map of a galaxy... specifically an ellipsoid one.

...that's not her galaxy.

The response to that is understanding and wordless comfort. Then they go to a console and zoom out the map... a lot until individual galaxies are as small as stars were in the previous view. Can she identify which galaxy is hers?

She doesn't know anything about the universe at that scale, no.

In response there's sorrow, a notion that they'll ask of anyone else knows and finally a reiteration of the earlier offer of help.

Shortly after that, the instrument player comes over with a canteen and some containers of food.

She sends appreciation about the food and water, takes a drink, and then has a look inside one of the food containers.

The one with the staff shuts off the field for the moment.

The first container has what looks like small fish of some sort. They seem to be deboned and cooked but still have the skin on. There's a sauce of some sort that they're in.

She pokes the sauce and licks it off her finger to check for spiciness, first, and then gingerly tries one of the fish.

The sauce is a bit sour rather than appreciably spicy. The fish tastes mostly of the sauce. The texture is a bit crunchy on the skin and the outside but soft on the inside.

She'll eat the whole thing, then, before checking out the second container.

The second container has what seems to be a collection of produce, large blue leaves, green and red ovaloids a bit bigger than her thumb, larger blue ovaloids about the size of a handful and purple and yellow varieties of what seems to be the same kind of long thin something.

She munches her way through, sampling each type in turn and eating or not eating the rest of that type depending on whether or not she likes it.

The aliens are patient they chat to each other in whatever their language is.

She's feeling better by the time she gets to the end of the vegetables, and reasonably full; she'll peek into the other containers to see if there's an obvious dessert to be had, though.

There is another each container of the fish and vegetable options and a final container with something vaguely cylindrical and white with brown speckles. It smells sweet and like something which is not exactly cinnamon if she's ever encountered something similar.

Ooh, alien not-cinnamon probably-not-cake. Nom?

It's soft and gooey and a bit sticky. If she were from Earth she might compare it to a marshmallow though with a different flavor more reminiscent of cinnamon.

Nom nom nom.

When she's done she gathers up the empty packaging and waits for the aliens to notice that she's done.

The musician notices first and takes them off her hands and goes to put them somewhere perhaps wherever they came from.

The staff holder gestures with their staff in a possible attempt to determine whether they should start using it again.

Yeah, that should happen.

So, she's probably not going to be able to get home from here, so they should figure out what should happen with her. The important thing there, she thinks, is that she's Force-sensitive; she doesn't know how much she'll be able to figure out how to do with the Force without training, but she's working on that, and she knows she has a knack for healing with it. She definitely wants to learn to use the Force instead of being made to learn a trade or something.

...possibly they have Force sensitives here and these particular aliens just don't know about them; Force sensitives are incredibly rare, a whole urbanized planet isn't even guaranteed to have one in its entire population. Where she's from everybody knows about them because they're in charge, but not every place does it like that and maybe the Force sensitives here are just a little enclave somewhere or something.