"...it'll be more conspicuous that no one knows you."

Grass green?

"Yes, that's fine. If you know what you'll say if someone asks what you do."

"—are people likely to stop me on my way there to ask something like that?"

"Someone might try to make small talk on the train."

"Okay, what are green-haired people likely to be doing and can I be particularly shy?"

"Green is intellectuals and artists, there's no reason one couldn't be shy."

"I could be a university student, or maybe a writer?"

"Sure."

"That works, then. I'll get a course on local society when I get there."

Nod. "Good luck, I suppose."

"Thank you."

And now's a day hiking towards the train station.

It's a pretty area. There are houses, mostly nice vacation houses, a few little cabiny things.

Her wings are gone and her shirt mended long before she's around any people but she doesn't want to mess with her height so she's still rather taller than average here.

Nobody bothers her.

She collected some supplies back in Heaven after it became clear Ror was taking a while—water and some rations—so she doesn't have to actively do magic when she feels thirsty or peckish.

On she goes.

After a lot of hike: town with train station.

Ooh! Okay she will watch a couple of transactions to see what money looks like then counterfeit a small bit of it to purchase a ticket.

...no hard currency.

...seriously? None at all? No one?

If she watches long enough someone gets the convenience store to accept some bills.

Oh good okay she can counterfeit that then. To an outside observer it looks like she took the bills from a wallet in her pocket.

The train can't accept them.

Why not?

You have to have a train card or app.