The spaceship is wedged awkwardly in the alley between two wider streets; the alien is facing a concrete garage with a ramp descending underground, topped by an office building, and there are houses here and there, something more industrial over thataway.

What...?

This planet sure doesn't look uninhabited. She frowns and brings up a basic sensory array. The only thaumo residue it can detect is the stuff leaking off the ship and the very little the array itself is putting off. But it is detecting those, it isn't that the sensors are being blocked somehow...

The architechture isn't anything she recognizes, but she's never actually been outside Villarosa so that doesn't mean much. 

Maybe the locals will be able to explain. 

"Solace-delta-prima, call up a translation array with all loaded languages, please." 

"Aye," the delta fork of the personal AI of the Crown Princess of Villarosa chimes. 

"And tell Tanya not to come out, we don't need an international incident if they get mad at me for crashing here."

She hops lightly down the seven feet from where the hatch is oriented at the moment to the ground, straightens her cuffs with a flick of the wrist, and goes looking for someone to talk to. 

There's a big red truck coming up out of the garage! Somebody in the passenger seat gawks at her a little but they don't stop. They and the driver both have bright red hair, unfamiliar outfits, and, if she's looking closely, slightly too many teeth.

It's no surprise she can't recognize the style of their clothes, since she couldn't recognize the architecture, and she isn't looking anywhere near close enough to count their teeth. 

She doesn't attempt to stop the large heavy motor vehicle, instead looking around for a building that looks relatively important compared to the others--not that she'll be able to pick up specific cues, but if one is larger or more ornate that's a good general guess. 

The buildings are pretty mishmash. Most of them look like they're old and have been repaired or updated many times. They're all pretty low on decoration but a few of them have paper cutouts in the windows, or rocks arranged artistically out front, or red paint on some of the grey bricks in an interesting pattern.

This place feels very lower-class which at least minimizes the risk that crashing here will cause an international incident. 

She selects a building at random and tries the door. 

The door is not locked and leads to a hallway with some stairwells.

She selects a stairwell at random. 

On her way up she encounters another redheaded person, who sort of double-takes at her. She says something, and pauses on the steps like she's waiting for a response.

"Solace-delta-prime--"

"Language not recognized."

She frowns and rummages in her personal array database for the all-purpose language-independent translation spell she had acquired before she made it into the Royal Acadamy and gained access to the language databases there. It will draw a lot harder on her personal power, but it's nothing she can't handle. 

Getting it running takes only a few seconds, and then she has the AI feed it the audio data. 

"'I don't recognize you.'"

"No," she says through the translation array (if the other redhead is paying attention, she may notice that the sounds she's hearing and the shapes Linda's mouth is making don't match). "I'm not from around here, I had an accident with my spaceship. Can you tell me what planet I'm on?"

"That's not funny."

"I'm not joking? I mean, I guess the name of the planet might not help much, since this language wasn't in Solace's databases, but if you happened to know where I could go to find a star chart, I would be in your debt."

"It's not funny. Are you here to see Tektasa?"

"I'm really not joking. I can show you the spaceship, if you want."

"I don't have time for this. Tektasa's woken up, if it's her you're here for, maybe she'll be entertained." The local stomps down the stairs.

Not the most promising start! Sigh. 

She keeps ascending the stairs. Maybe she'll run into this Tektasa person. 

She does not encounter anyone else on the way up the stairs except a couple kids who look about three or four using the fourth landing to assemble a puzzle. There's enough room to go around them.

Aw, cute kids. 

Once she reaches the top she traverses the hallway then selects another stairwell and starts going down again. 

In this stairwell someone is replacing a lightbulb. He doesn't pay attention to her.

"Excuse me? I'm not from around here. Could you direct me to a library or something." 

"Ha, ha," he says in a bored tone.

"Why does everyone think I'm joking. Is this dress the local equivalent of a jester's bells."

Sigh. "We don't have a library. It sounds nice that your district has something pulled together. I hope you enjoy it when you're home."

"I'm not just not from this district, I'm not from this polity, I have no idea where I am but my AI doesn't recognize the language and I am trying to find a starchart. Is there some non-library place to find one of those, and if not, is there a map of--districts, provinces, whatever--so you can show me where I'd have to go to find one?"

"What kind of AI doesn't know Tapap?"