"Well there is one, it's just small and there aren't that many people in it!"

"Oh!  Do you know who I should talk with?"

Would it really help here in a world without nametags?  She's really going to stretch her face-telling skills here, isn't she?

"I'll have to ask around a bit, but I can find the right people yes."

"Thanks!  And - how long till my first class, till I can change up my schedule...?"  She glances around for a clock, to cover her waiting for what probably isn't going to be a hint.  Well, worst come to worst, she's scandalized teachers by skipping class before, with less excuse.

"If you tell me your name, I can find your class on the phone app, if you're having problems with yours."

"Thanks!  Jenwy Burell."  She's going to watch how his phone app works, too.

He types a few letters, opens the app, sees her name, taps it and sees a schedule. "Wow, it says your next class starts in 5.5 hours! You should really get some sleep now I think, know your limits!"

Five and a half hours... and the window looked like it was twilight...  is this an afternoon-class-only school?

... or is something weirder going on?

For now, she's going to be peering over his shoulder at the rest of the classes on her schedule.

"I... might try?" she says lamely.

"I'm sure you can do it, all the kids I know are great at sleeping!"

Yeah, but have the kids he knows just woken up in a whole other world!?

She fakes a chuckle.  "And then I might try to change up my class schedule if I can... well, maybe after I talk to the theater group?"

"That'd be great, see ya later!"

She nods and finishes off the chicken and maybe half the rice.  Is there an obvious place to deposit the dishes?

There is a robot with some dishes on it in the corner; it's turned off and just sitting there, but everyone else seems to have put their dishes on it?

Sure, she'll put it there and...

... go find another window and try to play with the other-her's phone and see what sort of things she's been doing?  For lack of any other ideas?  She can't go back to sleep now!

There's a pair of basically wall-sized windows that give Jenwy a beautiful view this late at night.

... It's still twilight?

She's sure she spent long enough in the food hall that the sun would've risen.  Something's weird with the sun here.

Is something weird with time itself?  Some magic? -- no, she hasn't seen any magic -- something about Relativity? -- no, that doesn't matter on her world and if she was on another planet its sun could just be like that...

... She looks down at her phone and confusedly lets the weird face-telling computer unlock it for her.  At least she landed in something that looks like her own body.

Looking up her classes, there are a lot of physical ones: animal management, Expeditions and Mobility, first aid, Dance and Acrobatics and capped off with Healthy Body Building, the last 3 specifically requiring her to wear athletic clothing.

No math!  No literature!  Yes dance!  Yes Expeditions!

She likes this school.

... or she will as soon as she catches up with where this mysterious other her was... 

Jenwy spares a thought of sympathy for Other Her presumably caught back in... what's that other name for the world... in Ev amid math and literature class.

She stands up... and then remembers seeing some notes apps on Other Her's phone.  What was she doing lately in these classes?

She was learning about how to train working animals like raccoons or pigeons, practicing how to save people who have nearly drowned, what kinds of aircraft there are and how they're used on expeditions, flexibility training and some gnarly-looking ballet-like moves, and some pretty intense fixed-time running and weightlifting.

Oh, a lot of this sounds fun - the dancing is lovely - though she winces at the weightlifting - she's never dealt with raccoons, but -

- Most of what she's reading sounds vaguely familiar?  As if she's dreamed it or something?  She knows what it feels like to train a raccoon...

This's going to be fun!

She jumps up (doing one of her dance steps as she does) and heads off vaguely back toward the elevator, looking for someone to talk with or (vaguely, not really looking for this) a door that might lead outside.

On the way to one of the elevators, she runs into someone dressed in quite tight athletic clothes. She turns to Jenwy, energetic and fired up. "Hello! What's your name?"

Oh good, someone -

Hey, she can say that out loud!  "Oh good, someone else's up now!  I'm Jenwy; what's your name?"