She drops them off in an abandoned corner of London with the payroll safe and heads back to the Clockwork Sun. 

It continues to shine with malevolent light. There is a small crew on the station orbiting close to the sun. They look harried, they stick behind stained glass windows and wear suits of rubber and metal reinforcement and mirrors if they must emerge into the direct glare.

Concern for one who seems unhealthy, she calls to the Sun. 

The whole Clockwork Sun - flickers, dims - then intensifies, particularly in her direction. The light is not Correspondence but carries concepts in the way Judgements do - 'GLORY GLORY GLORY TO ME' 'HATE HATE HATE'.

Her own glow intensifies against the vitrifying light. 

Chronic pain, fear, suffering?

Stop being confusing!

The uncertainty as to the source of confusion.

Chronic pain, fear, suffering- The summation of everything one can remember. A type of being one has never encountered before.

A type of being who is very unusual. Light that heals. The erasure of pain/alleviation of suffering/cessation of fear.

Previous repair attempts causing nothing but suffering. Idiot caretaker-parasites undeserving three times over! The indignation caused by incorrect attitudes. The hatred of the cause of one's suffering!

A healing of brain damage caused by incompetent surgery. The repair of that believed to be irreparable. Frustration caused by obstinate folly. Irritation towards those who give orders while staying safe and far away from vitrifying light.

The knowledge that one can claim anything. Mistrust and fear. Go away!

Acknowledgement of the frailty of words. 

The mending by oneself of that which others have failed to repair. The ability to change between kinds of light. 

A gamble that is no gamble because it cannot make things worse.

Rejection of a previous claim! An assertion that the one addressed is deceitful! The feeling of being unable to trust. The feeling of justified hate and fear of everything. An unsettlingly novel experience: One who speaks in Correspondence.

Sorrow for another's pain. The assertion that a spurious claim can be backed by evidence. 

And she ramps her glow up up up. 

Confused alarm at another's defiance! A command to stop! A threat of punishment! 

The Clockwork Sun flares, trying to ward off this interloper's attack-

And then dims again, smoothly this time, to its original intensity. The mechanisms nearest the core of the Sun start vanishing in plasma. The humans on board the outermost ring are DEFINITELY PANICKING!

Contemplating an unprecedented experience. A request to be left alone.

Agreement to a request. Repetition for emphasis; The ability to change between kinds of light. A request to remove beings whose presence is objectionable.

Acquiescence; The relief of an irritation soon-to-be-removed. Withholding destruction for a day and an hour.

She takes off immediately to rescue the station. 

Lots of panicking! The station has about a thousand people aboard, is possibly a bit too large to haul away all as one piece, and some of them panic even more at the sight of her. Some of the panicked shouting says to get the engineers out of the deeps and unlock the prisoner's cells.

"Prisoner's cells? The deeps?"

-One of them will stop running around long enough to shout back at the ??? about several badly-degraded insane people locked up for their own good, who seem to be fine now (?!?), they're in a block a bit 'below' this one. And some of the engineers were working on the equipment closer to the Sun itself.

"Are any of these people not in this specific station." 

Probably some engineers! They don't exactly have a headcount, what with all the panic.

"Okay. My light fixes people who were driven insane by other light. If you can get me the location of anyone else to evacuate them that'd be awesome."