"That still doesn't make sense. If it's day somewhere that means the sun is in the sky which means it's day everywhere."

This seems to be an utterly baffling concept. The woman stares for a moment, then says "...So you're from before people figured out the world was round?"

"...I think I am more lost than I thought. The world is not round."

"It definitely is."

"Sorry, I misspoke. This world is probably round. The one I came from definitely wasn't, someone would have noticed and said something."

"...Alright. So, uh, what do you want if not the use of a phone?"

"Well, the guest room sounded really nice, actually. If you are still offering it given that I'm apparently really lost and also an apprentice wizard."

"Kozlov's definitely going to want to know about a wizard staying in his house."

"Oh, is it his house? I guess I can ask him but if he's asleep..."

"No, he's pretty nocturnal."

"Very well. Should I wait here while you let him know, then?" She glances out into the dark.

"...You can probably come in, just, wait here in the vestibule."

"Thanks!"

She does so.

The woman leaves.

A few minutes later a man with long blond hair sweeps in. He raises an eyebrow slightly. "Hello. My name is Kanimir Kozlov. I was informed as to the nature of your--misplacement."

She gives a half-bow. "Lotus. No last name, that's not the custom for most people where I'm from. If you have any insights into how that might have happened, I would appreciate it, but I expect I will figure it out on my own given enough time. All I ask of you is that you will share your roof with me tonight."

"I have plenty of guest rooms. I would be fascinated to attempt to study how you got here."

"I would be happy to help so much as I can, though I have my own research which I would prioritize right now."

"What are you researching?"

"Um. Immortality. Living immortality, not becoming an undead or anything like that." He probably cannot read Ostrean and hasn't been looking that closely at her books and so most likely cannot tell that one of the books in her arms is titled A History of Lichdom from Acererak to Vecna. She is not lying, per se, but it seems imprudent to mention that lichdom is her fallback plan.

He laughs softly. "I'm hardly one to complain about the undead."

Blink. Um. Sometimes lights means horrible monsters, right. "You look, ah. Remarkably alive." She starts backing towards the door.

"I haven't drunk from someone who wasn't a consenting volunteer in well over a century, I assure you."

Oh, sure, she'll believe that. But, vampire, OK, what does she know about vampires? Drink blood, duh, not helping, hate sunlight, wow she sure is coming up with useful facts, can't enter private dwellings without permission but it's his house come on something useful, hypnotic gaze - 

She looks away. Not completely away because that also seems pretty dangerous, but off to his side instead of at his face.

"What, exactly, is your standard of consent?"

"Fully informed, free to leave whenever they wish, and maintained to a standard of care in the meanwhile that leaves them of the opinion they made an unambiguously good choice.

I also haven't drunk directly from the vein since the technology to safely and reliably extract and store blood became available. It's quite hygienic."