Returning to the printer, Rachel explored the holographic interface until she found where Veronica digitally stored her outfit's designs. And, after another minute of searching, brought up the skimpy black and red outfit that a certain mother had forgotten to erase~ Her giggling laughter was lyrical when she found it. The teen knew that she'd probably regret this later in life, but that was decades into the future, and she was eighteen – impulsivity, making mistakes, and living a little was in her nature. Besides, she wanted to impress Naomi. No, shock and awe Naomi.
The intuitive controls let the teen easily adjust the skintight costume as she brought it up to more modern sensibilities, meaning it was even more shameless than before. Since she had inherited her mother's powers from the serum otherwise practical considerations could take a backseat. Like protective covering or the heels that she added. Utterly impossible to run in, but Rachel could fly, so who cared? The teen gave a dismissive shrug. And they let her strut for the news cameras as she brought in the bad guys. She decided against a cape like her mother wore before keying in the final inputs.
The fabricator hummed to life. It sounded exactly as Rachel had expected as it wove ballistic thread after ballistic thread into a slowly emerging pattern. This could take a while... and the teen was already bored waiting. With a step she spun around and returned to the collection of artifacts. Power armor was too much for what she was going for, drop-dead gorgeous, but that didn't mean that she couldn't find something else to accessories her outfit with.
Rachel picked up the ornate circlet that once belonged to Hive Queen from its pedestal where it was bathed in a shimmering blue light. But once she felt the creeping tendrils of the insectile and psionic artifact in her mind she left it to clatter to the floor. She carelessly nudged it away with a bare foot. Probably better to go for something less obviously evil. Rachel nodded to herself, pushing the alien relic out of her mind for the moment.
She also did her best not to look at the half-open cabinet holding the serums, or thinking about how not only she but also Naomi could take one. Even if two injections was unknown territory, one should be alright. Oh, look! Rachel's eyes glittered as she brought up the heroine Bast's retractable claw gauntlets. The actual Egyptian cat goddess had inhabited her soul for a while, and these were supposed to be sacred weapons. She didn't know she and mom had hit it off enough for to give her these for safekeeping when she retired. So cool!
An indistinct voice could be heard from upstairs. "Like I only need one second!" Rachel responded. Hopefully Naomi, but could be anyone including her mother if the fire wasn't that serious. If it was Naomi, then Rachel had so many things to ask her about. Asking her out for one, but if she got cold feet again then could maybe ask to be her sidekick. Much easier. Rachel glanced hopefully at the printer and actually saw her outfit completed. Wow, it had to have worked fast when she wasn't looking. Anyway, last chance to grab something as she hurriedly clothed herself. She had to find a mirror later.