It takes her a desperately long time to find anything useful. The first few days or weeks or searching are fruitless.

Slowly, she finds some things. She finds some water-stained pages that are ruined beyond comprehension. She finds a diary but it's someone's daily life completely unrelated to Wellstone, on a planet not so different from her homeworld, but not the same either. She finds star maps of stars she's never seen before. She finds a book of what appears to be poetry in an alien tongue that can be translated with a lot of work. She finds writings from a myriad of cultures that don't seem to share anything except a core of humanity.