Her attempts at speaking their language were productive, she wasn't too far off and seemed like she was adamantly giving it her best. It would take some time but she was putting in some effort so he was hopeful for results as they moved on. "F-F-F" He repeated lightly, ensuring it was understood. "Follow." He repeated, hearing a delighted beep from the device in her hands as it recognized his language.
Taking a seat at his desktop he pulled up a few windows, taking his journal out he quickly went through the typical orders that were saved for him and easy selections. What came next were the additions - An adjustable crutch for height, extra food, and a similar navigator to his own that he could install the translator on for her. He couldn't just leave his own with her all the time as he needed it for work, but he figured that something handheld and simple would let her learn at her own pace if he didn't want her sitting in front of the monitor at all times. The next portion he needed some input on though so he made sure that he had her attention.
He turned back to her, noticing that she was offering his nav back to him so he took it from her grasp before speaking aloud "Clothes", to which with a little jingle the nav showed a full terran outfit laid out in 2D form. Pants, shirt, shoes, socks, all lying about. Daniel showed this image to his new patient for a few moments, then pointed at her torn clothes - giving it a few moments to hopefully sink in before he tried to draw her attention over to the monitor.
He had managed to pull up a clothing gallery of women's attire, enlarging the display so it would pop out and be easier for her to see. Slowly, he began to scroll through them all. Now if only he could find a way to communicate for her to pick one out. "You need new clothes, we could potentially look into fixing yours later but.." He trailed off, speaking to himself for a moment as he looked through the selection. "But you'll want something for the mean time, probably comfortable." His nav remained silent, as it wasn't able to comprehend complex sentences and display images accordingly. "Select?" Daniel muttered, to this the phone ringed and showed a picture of someone looking at a variety of ice cream flavors, pointing at their favorite. "Choose?" With another ding, a similar image appeared but instead it was of two apples, one red and one green, with a hand reaching out to grab the red one.
Daniel sighed softly, looking between his patient and the monitor - strange powers aside, it seemed reasonable to believe she had her own civilization and would be able to get along just fine here.