"Hmm... The thing I would be most worried about is deciding you're from Yemen or somewhere and sending you there. I think that's very, very unlikely, most likely nobody will even realize unless you do something attention-getting. I'll ask around some tonight for who is a good, reliable lawyer."

"What language do they speak in Yemen?  I think I only got English."

"They speak Arabic. You look like you're from the region where most people speak Arabic, the Middle East."

"Hmm..."  She mumbles to herself in what sounds like it might be a few different languages.  "Nope, no Arabic.  We call the country I'm from Osirion, the city is Sothis, the capital.  Except I was way in the north right before I came here, and they need me more up there."

"Hmm... I'll see if I can find those in an altas or almanac later. How would you spell them in English?"

Sure, she can take her best guess at English spelling- wow what is with this language, maybe she'll give a couple options just in case- actually, does Dana want a map of all the country names she can remember, just in case?  And then if she doesn't have more questions, Khalida will head outside to get her bearings some before it gets too dark.

Dana will leave her alone for now. She must be overwhelmed.

It's actually mostly a pond, a road, and some undeveloped land right up next to this church. There is a plaque that says there used to be a village here. The closest visible buildings around the church are a commercial fleet Nissan mechanic shop, the kind with 100 cars in the lot and no customer-facing office, a swimming pool supply store, a FedEx distribution center parking about 20 trucks, and a cleaning supply outlet.

Khalida gets better at figuring out when and how to cross the road, makes mental notes of where everything is in relation to the church, gawks at the parking lots for a while, reads the text on everything in the window of the pool store- why do these people care so much about keeping swimming holes clean, how do they even manage it- an entire store just for soap?  That big?  If they really don't have any wizards she supposes it makes sense, they'd have to clean everything by hand all the time, and if they've gotten good enough at ???clockwork??? to make completely nonmagical constructs that go that fast, it makes sense to turn some of that inventiveness towards better kinds of soap.

(...although, apparently, not enough to make up for having only the one Church, if Dana only has the one living son- well, she didn't mention a husband either, maybe she was a young widow.  Or maybe they're Chelish about that sort of thing here, somehow, even though the church is Good?)

If the soap store is open this time of day, she'll head in and read packages until someone tries to talk to her.

This store is aimed more at professional janitors than individual homes. Bright yellow mop buckets. Heavy duty rubber boots. 60 packs of sponges. Shop-Vacs and a commercial scale power dishwasher on display on one side, with graphics showing it cleaning around 100 plates at once. Lots and lots of bottles of various cleaning chemicals in various brands, some of them with loud warning labels about how they are poisonous. Wet floor signs, trash bins, heavy gloves. Mops and brooms and brushes and big buckets. Really quite a diverse array of cleaning stuff. The prices are denoted in "$", apparently.

It'll be a few minutes before a middle aged clerk asks if he can help her find anything.

She's staring in fascination at the power dishwasher display by that point.  "How does this work?  ...um, I don't plan to buy one, I'm just really curious."

"Oh, it's really the same as the in home units you can get at Sears, just a lot bigger. For restaurants and cafeterias. It requires hot water hookup in the building, which connects here, and then there is a high power pump to achieve high pressure spray mixed with soap. This is the soap intake, we used specialized granules. When you shut the door it triggers a switch and starts the spray. You do need three phase electrical hookups for it. Big beefy pumps on this thing. Here is the thermostat, labeled for one sixty, that one sixty for ten seconds is the standard for disinfection."

And so on. This guy clearly likes cleaning technology in the same way wizards like magic.

Then he will have an eager and engaged listener with a lot of questions!  Although possibly not the sort an earth human might expect, more along the lines of 'how does the hot water get to the machine' and 'what's disinfection... wait, can plates get diseases here???'

Maybe she's Amish. He's perfectly happy to explain things, at least until two other customers show up (wearing uniforms that say 'Oswego 308 School District - Facilities Services') and he gossips with them while gathering up 'the usual load'.

She'll thank him and excuse herself when the actual customers show up, and finds a flat surface to scribble some notes on. 

She wants to know everything about how they make these things and how they figured it out, it's incredible- they're basically entirely compensating for not having arcane magic, at least the everyday low-circle stuff- (did Aroden never come here and it's a lot harder than she thought to figure it out from divine magic without the basics to build on?) -with mechanical devices that anybody can build if they know how...

...well, there's an obvious place to learn a lot of things very fast, isn't there.  She'll wait until the Oswego 308 School District men are done making their purchase and then try to intercept them on the way out.  "Excuse me?  Do you work at the school across the road, by the church?"

"Hm? Oh, that old place is more a historical site than an actual school. Jim, go pull up the van to the loading dock, please?"

"Sure, sure."

"No, we work at Oswego High School, about an hour's drive from here. If they're gonna pay us to drive out and back here to save a few cents on the dollar it's no skin off my nose."

He's looking consideringly at her now. "...Shouldn't you be in school? Unless I'm misjudging your age, miss."

"So it's not out for the summer yet?  I was wondering if I can talk to one of the teachers."   She should've asked Dana if they count age by birthdays or new years here, fuck- if she tells too many people one thing or another she won't be able to 'correct' it in the convenient direction when she finds out what that is.  "...I'm just short."  Hopefully adding a tired sigh makes it not too too obvious an evasion? 

"Oh, right, three oh eight's school year ends two weeks later than some other districts." He sighs too. "Well, we're janitors, not teachers, but I suppose there's no particular reason you couldn't talk to one if you get a ride there? You might have better luck at a public library, with a librarian, if it's not something school specific, like getting a diploma."

"There are public libraries here???"

"Sure are. I think you need to prove you're a local to check books out but reading them in the library is free. There's a brand new one even that's basically on the way here from Oswego- I can show you on our road map if you like?"

"Oh yes please."  She's read maps before, she can squint at his and copy the important landmarks onto her piece of scrap paper in an unfamiliar script.

It's five and a half miles straight down the same road the church is on.

"Okay, less than two hours, 's not so bad..."  She'll definitely want to find someplace closer to sleep in the long run, though- this must be what Dana meant about needing cars to get places?  "What time does the sun set here, this time of year?"

"You're planning on walking there?" Slight frown. "I don't know off the top of my head. Maybe around nine."

"Hm?  Yeah, I don't have a car," she says absently, already doing math in her head- that's nine hours past noon and the hours seem to be around the same length as hers, thank you for including units mysterious English knowledge, can't be too far past noon now, so she should have a good three or four hours to read and plan her next day's reading and still get back to the church before sunset- huh, they must be nearly as far north as the Wound, if the days are the same length here as Golarion, she won't have a full eight hours before dawn- she didn't think it ever got this warm there, even about midsummer?  Maybe this planet is closer to the Plane of Fire somehow?

(Unfortunately for Khalida but fortunately for her spell prep, the sourceless English knowledge did not include sourceless knowledge of Daylight Savings Time.)

There's the sound of activity from the back of the shop.

"Welp, I'd better get back to work. Have a good one now."