Oh.
Yeah, hoping she could get work done, while also witnessing this for the first time from the inside, was perhaps a bit overly ambitious of her, wasn't it. She can, at long last, see what's on the other side of the divide. She's even getting snuggled while she looks.
For a second she's briefly overwhelmed by the sheer beauty, and the delicious feeling of ha I'm right. Connecting what she's seeing with what she already knows. It's not, quite, all accurate, but a lot of the broad strokes are correct enough that she has enough of an idea of what's happening that her next immediate impulse is to backseat diagnose. Except... well, of course it's obvious what's wrong from her viewpoint, because they're the ones showing her and then fixing it. They know it from this side much, much better than she does. This is a time where, actually? What she should be doing is sitting down and shutting up and taking notes. Translating this all to math that can be used to show other humans what's going on. Being the proverbial surgeon is important and fulfilling, but... sometimes the way to do the most doesn't involve being the one in charge. Sometimes it's taking notes so other people can do this, too.
... Not quite the work she was expecting to be doing, but it probably counts. Even if she's absolutely failing to have any kind of control over her short attention span and high likelihood of getting distracted by new and shiny problems. So, yes she manages to work! Workaholic to the very end, that's her.