It's never off-world, when she's exploding spaceships or engineering miracles. It's back on Earth, when she dresses in clothes worn to base eight days ago. It's at the top gate, where the guards don't know what she does, that she feels like a superhero - not brave or remarkable, but like she's hiding her real self when she's out in the world. In the grocery store, making awkward conversation with an acquaintance who clearly pities her - no marriage, no kids, a dead-end job – she can think to herself, This isn't my life. She's not sure this is entirely healthy.