After the shock of being transported into a whole new place had wore off, there had only been the urgency of getting back to her little girl. Monica wasn't here, and Maria couldn't leave her behind. In her urgency, she had barely listened to the people who appeared to be in charge of "welcoming newcomers" and had left to go find some kind of way to leave. She needed to get home. Around twenty years back and thousands of miles away. But only if you didn't know Maria would you think that would in any way stop her right out of the gate.
Maria ambled around Night Vale thinking, formulating half-baked plans in her head, wondering who she could reach out to for help, where she'd find some kind of time-travel machine. Carol came to mind, considering she flew into and around space, probably having met all kinds of technologically-advanced races who had mastered the dimension of time in a way humans might never do. But she couldn't just scream out her name and make her appear (she had tried before) so she was on her own for now. Again, not that that would stop her.
What did temporarily give her pause was the woman who seemed to address her with an "Oh my God"; Maria stopped walking and looking around and focused on the woman who seemed so familiar yet she couldn't place her. Maria felt like she knew her, even though she couldn't really figure out where from. Seeing the other woman lose balance pushed Maria's foul mood to the side for the moment as she rushed to try and steady her.
"Hey, you alright?" She asked, before furrowing her brow in confusion at what the woman said next. "D-do we know each other?"