As 'public relations' oriented missions went, Rachel had to concede that disaster relief was the way to go. There wasn't much to do here that was within her skill set, really, except the job Wells was already doing, leading, coordinating; but it was good work here, in a situation like this, pretty much no matter what the specifics were. Rachel took a more hands on approach, even if the high heels "They" insisted she wear were extra hassle on rubble...well, they were an actual part of the suit, so it's not like she couldn't just opt them out and keep the rest. At least she was strong and agile enough to manage it without any real risk of injury, not that she wouldn't heal a sprain just about instantly, but it still sucked. It was the job, however, and Rachel could certainly see the merits of having someone like her in the position "They" put her. It was a smart appearances move, Rachel still kind of wished it hadn't been her. Sort of. She liked the results of the serum, who wouldn't? She just wasn't one hundred percent on the cost. It was all too complicated, even if she stood a reasonable chance of always getting a table in the best restaurants now.<br/><br/>Athena went some fifty-four hours straight through at first, mostly helping out with some heavy lifting and using her leadership skills to good effect in putting rescue teams into coordinated action, before even her metabolism couldn't keep up any longer and she had to rest. Five hours later she was back at it, this time with something a little meatier, heading off via helicopter to a remote village in the mountains. Word was they had been hit hard, so Athena along with several Hueys full of supplies and Marines, and a couple news crews, were to be first in to do what they could. Rachel could swear she heard Wells' PRgasm at the opportunity, but whatever, it was good work.