Oh, very nice. I like good Weir fic, and this is one of them. You've captured her internal conflicts and the exhaustion that would be an almost constant companion, I think.

As she dozed, she entertained idle thoughts of how some of the big names in political theory would react to the interstellar landscape. I bet Mearsheimer would have given the Genii nukes to counterbalance the Wraith. And Doyle would want to teach them about voting rights. Maybe someday she could trail blaze the literature on universal politics.

This rang really true for me. I could see her seeking refuge in what she knows. Nice read.