And she is falling. Through the Material Plane, through the Astral Plane, and further still. She finds herself spinning. For a brief instant, she sees everything, and understands everything she sees. But such understanding cannot fit in her mind, and it mercifully evaporates without doing any lasting damage.

She feels herself being twisted and squeezed, hurtled down a corridor of malevolent light. There's a sense of safety off to one side of the tunnel. She touches it-

-and lands, on her feet, in a small municipal park. She's on a patch of grass, with several large deciduous trees. The sun is shining brightly. Several catfolk in unusual outfits are walking through the park. On all sides, she's surrounded by enormous spires, buildings of glass and steel at least fifty stories tall.

This isn't Heaven (probably, she hasn't died before and maybe this is what it's like).

That's a lot of glass. She didn't know buildings could get that tall.

She'll go over to the nearest person and ask them where she is, she just had what she thinks was a Teleport mishap but it might have been a Plane Shift.

The person turns to look at her. "We're at the corner of Ring 68 and 274th Street." He speaks clearly enough, but he has an accent she doesn't recognize. "Do you need directions somewhere?" He doesn't seem to be in that much of a rush.

"I am not sure what city I'm in, I was just in Almas, in Andoran. If you don't know where those are I think I'm much more lost than I expected".

"This is Katown, in the Katzen Herzlands. If you don't know where that is, you're more lost than anyone I've ever known." He scratches behind his ear, looking rather nervous. "Where is Almas?"

"Almas is the capital of Andoran, a country on the planet Golarion. I in fact don't already know where that is and am concerned that I'm now on a different planet entirely".

She notices that he's nervous but doesn't think of anything in particular she should do about it.

"You are on the planet Flusion, ma'am, in the Jubilo system. It would appear that both of our days suddenly became a lot more interesting." The nervousness is gone, now, or at least suppressed. "I know of no Golarion, though it might be known by different names. What happened to you?"

"I got attacked by a giant mirror-faced snake monster, and apparently they transport people who fall into the mirrors to other planets, which I guess is as good a way as any to make someone not be your problem anymore". 

"Golarion's main distinguishing feature is that the entire planet is one big cage for Rovagug, an evil god who likes eating planets. It's the third closest planet to its sun. If that doesn't identify it getting home is going to be hard".

"I don't know of any planet like that", he says dubiously. "But if one existed, I probably wouldn't be allowed to know about it, so that doesn't mean much." He pauses, thinking.

"What's your name, by the way? I'm Purt."

"I'm Velra. Is there an obvious place for Extremely Lost People to go here?"

"There is no Imperial Ministry of Katzens who Travelled from Unknown Planets with No Knowledge Of How They Got Here, as far as I know." Purt uses a single compound word to describe the made-up ministry. "And a normal government office would have no idea what to do..." He thinks it over. "I suppose the Kaiserpolizei would know what to do. Or rather, they'd have the authority to decide."

"I have some idea of how I got here, I got into a fight with a monster I'd never heard of and it turned out to have at least one trick I'd also never heard of."

"If this planet doesn't get people like me a lot, presumably because the snakes send different people to different places, I guess in the short term I should set up somewhere to live here for now, are there moneychangers who'd accept weird coins from places they haven't heard of?" 

"Moneychangers? Like a bank?" It's not that surprising, Purt reasons, that Velra's dialect is different than his. What should be surprising is that she speaks Katzen at all.

"They probably would, if the coins are made of precious metals. There's a bank about five blocks from here, on 280th Street."

Of course she speaks Katzen now, she didn't already have a translation method.

And off she goes, to exchange the fifteen or so gp she has on her for whatever the local currency is.

Purt gives Velra some directions and watches her set off. He looks in the direction of the police station, contemplating what to do next.

The buildings stretch up from the streets, and are linked with a myriad of bridges and pedways. A metro train runs along elevated tracks above her. She reaches 280th Street. It's much wider than 279th, and instead of just containing pedestrians and bicycles, it has a wide section for vehicles. Hundreds of cars drive along it, their electric motors whining.

Velra feels noticeably light on her feet, as though she's just taken off some fairly heavy training weights. Soon she reaches the bank, which is set into the ground floor of another skyscraper. Inside, dozens of Katzen are walking this way and that, or lining up to speak to a teller. Two uniformed security guards stand stiffly to either side of the door.

This is very cool and if she ever manages to get back to Golarion she is going to make so much money selling how it all works to the Abadarans.

Velra is a teenage monk who's never been more than ten miles from Almas before this, and just because Felandriel Morgethai lives there doesn't mean random residents have been to her low-gravity demiplane, or know that it exists. She has no idea why she feels so light and will have to wait until she gets some books to find out, for all she knows the entire place is under a permanent area-effect Bull's Strength.

She'll walk in, wait for a teller to be available, and ask them how much of the local currency she can get for what she has.

"...What currency did you say this was, again?" The teller examines a gold piece curiously, and then uses a small ultraviolet flashlight on it.

"Andorani sails, they're from a country on the planet I'm from. I don't know if their composition is different from the ones here or something".

"They aren't on the currency list. But give me one moment." The teller takes a coin and disappears into the back, leaving Velra alone at the counter.

He returns a few minutes later, licking his nose as he sits down. "These coins are pure gold. We can pay for them by weight, if that is acceptable." He places the coins on an electronic scale. "It comes to ninety-two katzmark and five eighths. Is there an account you'd like to place it in?"

"I just got here and don't have one, can I create a new one now for that?"

"Certainly. May I see your visa or passport?"