There is a definite dreamlike, unreal quality to the way that Thellim's arrival here is (1) supposedly totally unprecedented (2) being treated with about the same urgency and interest as the observation of a new turtle species. Sure, they'll give her a plane ticket to fly out, rather than rushing every possible form of scientific instrumentation to where she is in case there was any kind of lingering detectable anomalous radiation. Okay. Fine. She'll roll with the dream. At least now she knows this isn't fiction because fiction has to be believable.
[I have no problem staying in a spare room. I can't navigate a plane but I can write down syllabic phrases in my own language to repeat at key points for purposes of getting on a plane. Or, I suppose, Jackson or Brian could write down flashcards for me to show people, so I don't have to make it obvious that I don't know your planetary language. I'm sorry if this is impolite or in some way violates cultural conventions of which I have no inkling, but may I inquire what person has taken charge of this event, and for some precis of their role in the greater society and its factions?] Maybe she got routed to the Chief Crazy Person In Charge Of Crazy People.
(Only after the braintalk does Thellim think to wonder if she's permanently traumatized about planes now. She probably shouldn't be, right? She'll reconsider that if the next plane crashes but, for now, things will definitely be more convenient if she's not traumatized by planes.)