"I met a man once who was born to completely human parents but his mother had Red Science done to him in utero. As fluent as I. Replicating the feat without risking the life of mother or child has been an ongoing interest of mine, but not something that's panned out yet. His mother was a nasty piece of work by all accounts." 

"I've been unable to find anything on the Red Science. The Ministry of Public Decency has been quite thorough. Would you mind giving me your translation of a certain sigil I'm unsure of - I won't try to write it here of course but after all this fuss is sorted-"

"Oh, sure!" 

"I appreciate it very much! Trevor Custeau, chronicler, at your service. I'll be over by the entrance whenever the constables release you."

The doctors seem to be wrapping up their discussion with the officer, actually. They wave her over and explain that they're going to carefully monitor some of the patients for side-effects and wish she'd been less abrupt about it, but thank her. She gave the mortician quite a fright, they comment with a chuckle. The officer sternly asks her to not surprise people with strange light, but says she's not in trouble.

"I'm sorry. I should have been more thoughtful about the circumstances. I was only weighing the risk of offending one person against the risk of making people wait longer to get better, and those weren't the only risks." 

"No harm - hopefully - no foul. It's not possible to go through life without bothering anyone or making any mistakes," one doctor comments sagely, "That said, please do take this as a lesson, hm? And we might want you back in a day or two, if everything checks out and you'd be willing."

"I will. I'll be more careful and talk to more people at the next hospital, and I'll come back, sure--but do you have any advice on how to handle cemeteries? There aren't doctors there." 

"Cemeteries-"

"Have you heard of the Tomb Colonies?" A more senior doctor asks.

"Ah. Well, there's a whole section of sky that's one giant cemetery in Albion... I don't know what would be best, actually."

"I presume you want to help as many people as possible? I don't think you're going to convince people to dig up their relatives' graves until you're more, er, known."

"I do want to help as many people as possible. I was assuming I would do the digging. It's, uh, I can do it pretty fast."

"There's only one of you. There are a lot of shovels."

"...The Mountain of Light is sort of related to stars, right? It gave off light, anyway."

"Yyyyyyyes, that is true. Uh, the Mountain of Light is...actually a Judgment/Messenger hybrid." 

"You could- God, it sounds silly to even think of, I don't know if it's possible but I have to mention it- You could... Try to get the Clockwork Sun to do it?"

"In theory anyone who gives off Judgment-derived light should be able to switch between kinds, it's not that hard, the main issue is that other Judgments are liable to go 'um, what the fuck' about it. Which is not insurmountable but is, you know, logistically relevant. Who's the Clockwork Sun?" 

"I don't even know if it's properly a 'who'. Her Eternal Majesty had the Clockwork Sun built in Albion, and it shines across the whole region of the High Wilderness. Except things started going wrong and now it turns anything exposed directly for too long into glass, including people."

"Uhhhhhhhhh what." 

"The Clockwork Sun is supposed to be an artificial star under the Empress's control. They built a garrison, a whole city district, and exhibition halls around it. It was going to be the greatest glory of London since the Surface. And it was built and it does shine. But... Toxically. The whole 'city on a sun' thing was quickly abandoned. I don't know much more than that."

"How do you build a--seriously what principles do you apply--whose idea was this--augh. That sounds like a problem I am going to have to solve one way or the other, thank you so much for bringing it to my attention." 

"Er... You're welcome?"

"People turning into glass is bad. Humans who don't know what they're doing messing with star stuff is dangerous. I would like to deal with this before it gets worse."

"I'm in agreement with you," the doctor assures her.

"I don't know if I hope the Clockwork Sun is a who or not, if they are then it should be easier to talk them around but if it isn't...I'm not sure I like the thought of what their life must have been like so far." 

"Well, if you can get the Clockwork Sun to shine as the Mountain of Light, it would be a very great help for a great many people."

"Are you staying in town?" The cop asks her. "Some way government of New Winchester can contact you if we need to speak further would be appreciated."

"Uhhhhh I'm not especially planning to stay here in the long term but if there was some way I could set up a post office box or something I could check when I come round I would be willing to do that?"

"I was hoping for an address. I'm- My superiors are going to absolutely panic about you and that might make it slightly less bad. Of course, as an officer of New Winchester I have little practical authority over someone celestial. I'm under no illusions there."

"If I were still in London-below I would give you the location of my mother's house but I do not remotely have any kind of address here yet."