Well, they're factories. They depend on a constant flow of resources and labor. There are huge coal-fired plants that produce steam and electricity, if those were offline work would suffer. There are big machines, hot metal, and acrid chemicals that can break things or hurt a lot of people if handled wrong. There are a few reports of some of the overseers suspected to be 'losing' shipments of this or that to the workers. There are reports of work estoppel by various kinds of "accident", from a steam hammer with a stuck valve smashing itself apart to materiel carts and elevators having catastrophic crashes to an entire glassworks put permanently out of commission from the furnaces cooling down too much. They can't quite justify labelling it sabotage though they suspect the incidents were not, in fact, accidents.

What does the chain of command look like?

Vague Higher Ups who are not here, a Governor who is here, Head Overseers, Senior Overseers, Overseers, Workers.

What can she find out about the Governor?

His name, his strange habit of obsessively hoarding tea, his appointment was two years ago, the vague sketches she can piece together of his major decisions since then seem like toeing the line rather than trying to make things worse or better.

Where's his office and when does he come in in the morning. 

His office is on the top floor behind better security than the rest of the place! A secretary's notes about what to have ready for him indicate that he tends to arrive at 9-10ish.

Hm. Where does he live.

Searching searching-

He has an apartment, with his wife and daughter, apparently. A larger one than everyone else, but still just an apartment. It's 401, building 3.

How do workers arrive and leave? It must happen sometimes. 

By the railyard bulging out of the bridge between Little Nice, where the overseers live, and the Workworld itself. Just like everything else that is imported and exported. There is much complaint (in carefully-filed forms) about how Home Office never tells them when they're going to be getting more people more than like an hour in advance, ugh. (Incidentally, the signals outbuilding is that one over there.)

Is there anything to indicate that the forms detailing who's who and who owes how much are backed up elsewhere. 

Well, there is an archive building separate from the administration hall. Other than that, no. It'd be a lot of paper to copy.

Okay, cool, excellent. Where is the archive building. 

Big reinforced boring-looking building down the way. Guarded only by a sleepy archivist, less even than the occasional custodian or guard in the main admin building.

(Time is passing as she investigates all this - it is now almost 4 AM.)

Okay, cool. She starts hauling filing cabinets full of employee records outside. 

Night guards object to this! They demand to know what she thinks she's doing and try to grab and handcuff her.

She pushes them gently backwards with a word of Correspondence and fixes them with a stern look. 

"This place is inhumane and has gone on long enough. It ends now." 

It gives paupers useful work, gets them to contribute to society. And you can't just walk in and steal all the records, that's illegal.

"If you think I'm stopping at stealing records you have no idea what's going on. And my family has been defying unjust laws for generations; my very existence is illegal. I simply do not give a damn." 

The temporary and brief cessation of all voluntary forms of muscle control, she intones after a moment's thought. 

While they're collapsed, she handcuffs them to each other and one of them to something stationary so they can't make trouble. 

She can get a bunch more cabinets out. File cabinets lined up on the grass would be confusing if more people were awake.

The cuffed guards try some yelling! A janitor comes over - they send her to go raise the alarm.

Sigh. 

She transforms, picks up the file cabinets, hauls them over to the archive, gently evicts the archivist, and sets up a ring of Correspondence symbols around the archive so no one else can get in. 

Well, everyone's awake soon after that. Giant crystalline thing!!! Can't get into the archive where something Correspondency is going on! That's alarming! They send off a message back to London about it, and try to scrounge up a squad of soldiers and some dynamite.

She goes back to the administration building, turns back to fit inside, and grabs another couple of filing cabinets. At this point she can't expect them to be left unmolested on the lawn so she just carries them over two at a time. 

More panicking. Lots of people running around and shouting. Someone points a gun at her but is argued down by others scared of provoking her.