Rozalia found it hard to ignore the fire below. Although tempted to simply fly past and continue on her own special way of relaxing, and let whoever deal with it, a pang of annoyance rang through her as she remembered her new status.
[i]That's right.[/i] She thought to herself. [i]I'm a Hero now.[/i]
Sighing, she veered backwards and sank swiftly towards the ground, hovering a few feet outside the blazing ball of fire that had once been a house. Almost lazily, she raised a hand directed towards the house beside it, and a shimmering blue energy erupted from her outstretched palm. Creating a wall between the two houses within seconds, the energy shield she had created slowly forced the fire away from the neighboring house. Sirens could be heard in the distance, so with a thankful sigh, she realized these wouldn't have to stay long. Wondering again if she truly was cut out for the Hero business. She'd saved lives before, but only if it got in her way of surviving herself. She'd never heard a news report of a bridge collapse or gas explosion and shot right down to save the day. She'd just ignored the news and got on with her daily business. 
Which in the recent past, had involved running. But now she didn't have to, she found herself lost - falling back on the Heroic business seemed like an easy job to take. 
"I wonder if 24 is too young to retire." She muttered to herself as the fire engines came screaming to a halt outside the flaming house. The firefighters seemed somewhat put out to find her hovering there - she wasn't the most recognizable Hero, being one of the news - but they were professional enough, and worked straight away to put the fire out.

Once the other house was out of danger, Rozalia relinquished her shield and the energy dissipated. Giving the firefighters a satirical salute, she was about to fly back up into the air when she caught sight of a young boy waving at her from the window of the house she had saved, his mother stood by him with a thankful smile. Smiling back awkwardly -although her face mask covered it - she waved at the little boy and returned back to her usual flying route.
[i]God, I hope they didn't take any pictures.[/i] She thought to herself dryly. It was a shame Heroism and publicity came hand in hand.