...It takes a couple minutes but some of the more senior engineers organize enough to find a list of where everyone unaccounted for probably should be.

She darts around to check these locations. 

They're happy to be rescued! Mostly. One engineer, a small woman in a tattered orange jumpsuit, is marking a Correspondence sigil (The feeling of being like nothing in comparison to a greater being) into a wall over and over and muttering 'it loves us it hates us it loves us it hates us...'

She glows aggressively at the woman. 

"-There's no point. My entire life is this installation. It's gone now. Unneeded. I'm unneeded."

"Lady, if you want to know things, I can tell you things!" 

"I want to have a higher purpose. God is a lie. The Sun doesn't need me anymore. So I should just die."

"You can still die later if you want, can we have this argument elsewhere?"

She looks contemplatively at a gap through which she might be able to dive into the fires below.

"...Fine."

She grabs a toolbox and clambers aboard Lucy's outstretched claw.

"Awesome, thank you." 

And once all the stragglers have been collected she grabs the station and nyooms out of dodge. 

The Clockwork Sun is noticeably brighter than before even at distance. Everything is still glassy and destroyed in this region, though.

The collection of engineers aboard the station declare that they wish to go to London and report what just happened.

Sure. Does Suicidal Lady want to go with them, or stick with Lucy to debate things like what constitutes a higher power. 

She doesn't care.

...Well. She doesn't want the Ministry of Works haranguing her about her knowledge of how the Sun worked, she's the oldest one there and probably had the best understanding of it out of everyone (though even that wasn't very good), does that count as an opinion.

Yep, also Lucy would also love to know things about how the Sun works although her interest is probably infinitely more altruistic than the Ministry's. Also she isn't going to harangue if the answer is no. 

"...It incorporated a few pieces of the dead Judgement below the Mausoleum. You probably shouldn't shine on him. He'd kill everything."

"The dead--okay, good to know, I usually shine on things pretty indiscriminately! Why would he kill everything." 

"Well, I'm kind of assuming things. But it was murdered and would probably come back pretty upset at having been murdered and having all us wee little pests crawling all over its stuff."

"Judgments being racist sucks. Do you know who murdered them?"

"The official story is that it was an Unclear Bomb. I've doubts." She cackles. "I know dangerous things. Maybe they'll manage to kill me."

"I know lots and lots of dangerous things, and I'm pretty hard to kill. You don't seem that perturbed about a Judgment being dead; what makes the Clockwork Sun a relevant higher power and the dead Judgment not?"

"Oh, he is. He's beautiful. They both are. It's just that I've spent so long in thrall. I knew him inside and out, the Clockwork Sun. His bones and marrow and cells. His beautiful hatred... The rusty needles we were using to construct Dr. Frankenstein's monster. The King of Hours was murdered by one of his own kind."

"How can hatred be beautiful?"

"I don't know. I'm pretty fucked up. 'Sane' has a lot of wiggle room." She chuckles unsteadily.

"Well, that's fair. I don't cure all crazy, though, just the magic kind." 

"I think... It was so big and all-encompassing. I don't suppose you need a stellar engineer for anything. Literally, not descriptively."