Logic would have told Polly- actually, it had- that immediately after something had happened was a somewhat pointless time to go back on duty. This went double if you
hadn't slept last night.
Logic didn't have an answer to "And sitting in my hut all day again will do even less good," still less the bit she couldn't put into words about how not at least doing something made her crazy, so she was up and about and conspicuously armed, heading for the spot where she usually met Maladicta.