Thrown clear by the blast, Kylie sits up dizzily. She has no idea that a few moments ago she was a charred and twisted corpse. She feels dazed and disoriented, new sensations floating through her mind. She puts it down to concussion as she stands and looks at the wreckage. Then she looks down at herself. Her costume is a broken mess... and she spent so long on it. It seems selfish to think about that with the sirens and fires, but still..

As she considers this, Kylie's outfit begins to fix itself, broken parts closing over, new fabric growing out. And even as Kylie watches this happen in shock, the changes continue. The foam parts become polished metal, with finer detailed emblems than the foam would have taken. The collection of LEDs representing the character's plasma generator suddenly burn with flames, and as a helmet builds itself around Kylie's head, the collection of wild thoughts and sensations at the back of her mind vanish, appearing on a display before her eyes.

Suddenly, she has a handle on her situation. Her mind is clear, her abilities presented through a lens she understands. She must be...


A superhero!

And what do heroes do? They save the day. And here's a disaster for her to deal with. Kylie's boots flare, and she lifts into the air on them, flying with ease. Because how else would she fly? She even adopts the pose the character she's playing usually would as she points her finger at the flaming wreckage and draws in the energy. She doesn't even think on how she does it - The character could, after all. But the flames stretch out and drain away into Kylie's fingertip, before she floats down once again in front of the astounded rescue workers.