After a while of wallowing pointlessly because all the Wisdom in the world can't fix being human and contemptible and stupid, she ends up writing Alexite Thrune, entirely on the grounds that he is not as far as she knows completely incompetent and isn't Abrogail or Aspexia. She wants a recommendation for a project administrator, does he know anyone? She also wants a recommendation for a nice quiet retreat somewhere with absolutely no important people, does he have a recommendation for that? It'll go out in the evening Teleport.
She informs the other Project administration/logistics staff that Maillol is on medical leave because she broke him maybe-irretrievably and is now seeing if it's retrievable. She wants to have some more appealing explanation than that but - well, if she wanted to be able to tell people something better she'd have had to do something better.
She spends most of the evening on Project administration and then much of the night on refining her headband-assembly-line to reflect peoples' idiocy actual use, and then she gets a Deep Slumber cast when she still can't sleep after that.