all the real people are really not real at all
There's something like a pavilion been set up not too far from Hephaistos' volcano, and Elisavet's litter is outside it while she busies herself...well, while she busies other people sorting out her temporary accommodations (and presumably Njoki's, as her guest) here in the nexus. She hasn't quite figured out how to get home to Atlantis, yet, but she does have some free time on her hands and at the very least she thinks she's sorted out how to send a message back.
She leaves the automatae and whatever nexus wonders are involved here to what they're doing while she composes such a note, relaxed in her litter with the curtains drawn back to let the nexus light in. It's comfortingly familiar, and she's not quite so fearless as her curiosity and pride might imply.
(She'll draft something for Damascus, when she's done, and whether or not that'll be of much use is likely for the nexus to decide.)