She can make scrive-spinsters less crazy? That's probably good for everyone. Except rich people who want a cabinet made of Senior Scrivener.

"--Eugh! People who want stuff that's made of people can just deal with the lack, that's terrible. Should I be breaking into rich people's houses to glow at their cabinets, how much of a thing is this." 

Scrive-Spinsters are made of Bronzewood and genuine monster wood is definitely a Rich Collector Thing so chances are that would get her a bunch of pissed off Scrive-Spinsters, they think? If that counts as "a body" enough?

"It should. I guess New Winchester was extremely lucky not to have any such cabinets where my light could reach." 

...Wow, yeah, that's actually really surprising. Maybe it's worth more in London or something?

"I did somewhat advertise my presence and intentions before haring all over the city in an automobile. Possibly someone rich figured out that getting all their friends' cabinets out of the city was a prerequisite to not having pissed-off giants around." 

Well, rich people can be really stupid, but they're pretty reliably not stupid about being selfish. Anyway. They're making good progress on the city! They were thinking about keeping a big section of ground clear for more Workworld-pieces, should they still be doing that? She brought the last batch of refugees over without part of their Workworld.

"That was because government trains showed up to try to interfere. How many Workworlds are left?"

Uh... They think there are nine "official" workworlds, sped up and fed criminals and debtors, left. There are some other industrial centers but they're not effectively slavery.

"Places that aren't de facto slavery aren't a huge priority." 

Well, here are the locations of the remaining nine Workworlds. They're all about the same size as the ones she's cleared out already. Some bean-counter probably decided about ten thousand 'workers' was 'optimal'.

Well, that kind of bean counter can go fuck themselves. 

Lucy liberates the remaining nine workworlds, and also confiscates any trains sent to stop her. She checks in regularly to make sure nothing is going wrong that she could fix. She reclaims her symbiote. 

And once things are reasonably stable and she can afford to be away for a bit longer at a time, she sets off to investigate the Clockwork Sun. 

They stop sending trains they're obviously just going to lose after a while. They send an unarmed engine to negotiate with her, but that doesn't really go anywhere, since the negotiators leave (if allowed) after clarifying her moral objections to the Workworlds. The new city continues furiously-paced work to establish themselves.

The Clockwork Sun seems to be surrounded by several layers of energetically rotating machinery and an outer ring that looks like some kind of habitation platform. Beyond that, all the rocks and abandoned buildings in several hundred miles are - vitrified into dark blue-translucent glass. A ruined exhibition hall is visible on the Sun's platform, most of it long since vitrified by the caustic, angry glare of the Clockwork Sun's (relatively anemic) law-light. A couple of Dreadnoughts are wandering the area - one glowing golden and bright with a crew singing hymns about the Sun, another full of mad half-vitrified crew angrily lashing out at anything that moves while their engine has not yet been shattered into a hundred pieces of glass.

Hoo boy. Okay the first thing she's going to do is glow really aggressively at the half-vitrified people. 

This successfully un-vitrifies them, but their engine is pretty much a wreck and one of them is now stuck in a cargo bay where a sharp-edged slab of glass is cutting them open worse now that they're less glassy themselves.

Also, their gun is still functional, and seems to fire razor shards of glass instead of bullets now.

Ow??? Her shell is diamond and therefore hard enough that the glass isn't actually doing more damage than bullets would, but, that's still an amount.

She pries open the cargo bay to rescue the guy who is being deli sliced. 

He is screaming in panic! The gun seizes up. Several critical failure-sounding noises sound from the engine - broken metal mixed with cracking glass. It's breaking up.

Okay well she will remove any ongoing injury sources, from anywhere she can identify them not just the deli guy, and then...well, probably the train will stay intact enough that she can carry it? Hopefully? 

Once the immediate chaos seems to have died down, she calls, "Is everyone okay-ish?" 

The train... Breaks up pretty thoroughly. It's in three big and dozens of small pieces now. The engine room is the most intact bit, and that's not saying much.

"Better now but not fucking really! God, we strayed too close to the Sun! What's going on now, who are you?"

Similar exclamations from everyone else.

"My name is Lucy and I'm...complicated...uh, but pretty powerful and benevolent? Do you guys wanna go back to London or the Reach or the new Workworlder secessionist colony or what." 

"I want to go to a bar."

"London seems... Probably fine. Can you get the payroll safe? I think it survived all that. C and H makes them tough."

"Where is it?"

He can find it in the debris. The safe is intact despite the massive dent in the side and a few bits of glass growing into it.

...These people do not really seem OK. Walking around on her back listlessly or just sitting there muttering. One is staring at the Clockwork Sun. Only the guy who asked about the safe is relatively coherent.

She glows at them some more and sets off towards London. 

They're pretty quiet. Several of them seem to think the whole thing is just another hallucination. The captain(?) continues to be the most put together, almost fatherly, he gathers everyone together and gets them talking to each other - yeah, they all agree that they're all better and riding a giant crystalline crab. How about that.