"I meant no insult!" Dodge ball of lava. "I don't intend to interfere, you said no!" Dodge house-sized spear of ice. "I'm leaving peacefully, okay, so stop tearing up the tile!"
"You'll respawn at home. No permanent damage. You interrupted an important meeting, you need to learn a lesson about territory, mountain bitch." Dodge- no, fail to dodge a thrown tree, and then another ice ball. The next sphere of magma is what destroyed that form.
She wakes up, stripped of all her tools and enchantments and even clothes, and groans in pain.
"Oh, I see." She doesn't know them, actually. Something to look up later. "I should go now. I do not know know much Japanese. Thank you for your time, Kyou-san."
She goes back to walking around the park. This time she keeps to herself. After about half an hour she just goes back to her plateau and sleeps.
She's very cheerful and cooperative and industrious about it, but still sneaks in little creativities. That repaired tunnel being artful granite instead of plain concrete. The character for mountain left in a hundred inconspicuous places.
She explains how the little creativities help keep her focused and starts explaining them whenever she makes a significant change. She keeps them limited to aesthetic and not functional changes.
After three days she informs them that the fifth is her last unless something changes. More variety, more creative license, money: at least one of the three, preferably two.
Never mind, money's good enough as long as they continue to grumble only small to medium amounts at the occasional engraving into a seawall or artful curve to a rebuilt building's foundations like she's been doing so far. She doesn't mention the series of hidden 山 she keeps putting down.
After nine days in total, they've covered every major coastal city and a few inland ones. She says that she's repaired enough for now, maybe she'll come back in three months if they hire her. One last day to finish the current city, mostly fix a rail line, and do touch-ups on wherever they want, and she'd like to go back to New York.
Yeah, she kind of expected that. A subtle I-told-you-we-aren't-compatible to one of the diplomats is the last word she gives on the subject.
Detecting defects in and repairing to pristine condition the following: Concrete-and-steel buildings. Concrete-and-steel bridges. Arbitrary concrete-and-steel structures. Tunnels and caves of all kinds.
Reshaping metal and stone to arbitrary forms I.E. as art or for manufacturing. Detecting the potential for earthquakes, suppressing earthquakes. Large scale hydrokinesis suitable for reversing flooding or similar applications. Mixing metal alloys or plating objects in metal without heat, electricity, or equipment.
Creating a long, long list of stones and minerals with an explanation of how making rare materials also produces less valuable but nonhazardous byproducts.
And more things that it would be tedious to list here.
She doesn't particularly want to join the Protectorate. Bureaucracy rubs her the wrong way. Can it be arranged so the Protectorate could occasionally hire her to do things but she doesn't officially join?