Cleaning up Lippincott's administrative mess had taken an unreasonable amount of time, but at least her new body hadn't slowed the process down much. Having to deal with other people had done more than enough in that regard. Getting tired and losing focus still got in the way but she was slowly getting used to it. It did mean that dealing with the mess in the Point that Lippincott's research left behind had to wait until now. Sure, the actual debris of the fighting had been mostly cleaned up, but more importantly, it had left burning questions about a lot of things and of course all the data on it was torched. Bastard.
Still, the events alone provided some information and the incident at West Pharmaceuticals can't be completely unrelated, scientifically speaking. And the breakout at Muir. At the very least the inhibitor collar design must have some kind of flaw, which means their holding cells are potentially unreliable as well. She pulls up a holographic screen on one of the workbenches and starts writing out her notes. Strange to not be doing it automatically as she's thinking. Thoughts and connections might get lost simply by the time and attention the writing takes; but then again, the physical act of it does seem to reinforce the mental connections.
By the end of her scribbling she ends up with bit of a conspiracy theory board and she's not even really done.