"Good enough to fix death. Even if you kill them it's not a big deal." 

"I don't know anybody who'd replace Rose and get us organized, though. Everyone's just so... Tired and hopeless."

"If I can figure out a chunk of island that I could hack off and drag to where some previous evacuees with better organization are, do you think people will go there if I tell them to." 

"Maybe? I'd go. But you must see how people... Are. Nobody cares, nobody hopes."

"You don't have to be very hopeful to obey a giant luminous crab thing that's yelling at you to go somewhere, was my thought."

"Maybe not. But that sounds really scary, you'd terrify some of us into staying put."

"Yeah, that sounds like a problem. Do you have any ideas?"

"...No? Maybe glow really bright and shout about it too. Bet the 'seers notice you and you have to deal with it somehow that way though."

"Oh well, I can take them. Hmm, does anyone know how to drive a train? I saw a Dreadnought up there."

"There's probably enough engine-hands here to fill out a locomotive? But stealing a Dreadnought seems... I dunno. Different than just getting the hell out of here."

"Why?"

"That's, like, military hardware. As opposed to just some factories."

"If we're revolting - with outside aid - we'll need military hardware," someone else pipes up. "Look, I know someone who's been trying to organize a counter-group to Rose. We need to put her away first and then things will get moving."

"Oh good. Where's Rose." 

Things get a bit chaotic in the next hour. Rose tries to intimidate the workers like a common thug, and completely fails once Lucy steps in. There's a lot of yelling, and an improvised explosive goes off, and shift leaders generally take charge of their own people but all agree getting the hell out is a good plan.

Soon enough most everyone is moving to the evacuation point... At which point the Overseers try leading an advance into the Workworld with shotguns and heavy metal shields.

The temporary cessation of voluntary movement

What is she going to do with a lot of collapsed goons and overseers?

Glow on them if they get trampled and otherwise ignore them. 

They mostly retreat when they can move again.

One, a round-faced boy who could barely hold his gun, plays dead and tries to pretend to be a Workworlder. He's caught out and threatened at knife-point by a batch of angry Hour-spoolers, and breaks down crying and complaining about army life. The workworlders are unsympathetic, he signed up for it.

The rejection of deliberate falsehood

"Is that really why you're here, and not to spy or otherwise betray us?"

"I just- It's awful. I regret signin' up. They said we'd fight the enemies of Britain, anarchists and grave robbers and Menaces, but they's just sending us to places like this and treating us like dirt in the meantime, I want out, I want out-"

"Let him be, he's barely more than a child and it'll be more trouble to throw him out than to keep him." 

Grumble grumble fine. They're totally giving him the cold shoulder though.

Eventually everyone who's coming is aboard the to-be-broken-off street. A couple dozen folks are close to being free and dislike the idea of being refugees or criminals enough that they want to try staying.

She really strongly disrecommends that but she won't kidnap anyone. 

She makes her way through space, taking a less than maximally direct route to discourage pursuit, and finally brings the new spar to rest in the vicinity of the old one. 

The first batch of refugees hasn't made much progress on expansion and shelter yet.

Welcome back! It turns out there are weird crab things that like to steal fingers living on this rock can she kill them please?!?!

That like to steal--she glows at anyone missing a finger and then attempts to hunt down a sample crab to examine.