"...Well enough," she said.  "Condition optimal.  But I'm concerned about the situation.  What were you discussing?"

"The situation, mostly," your father said.

"Of course," said Victoria.  "Have you decided anything?"

"We have set up a meeting with our friends tomorrow. Other than that, we'll trust what you decide to do," your father said.

"...I think I'll fly around the city," said Victoria.  "And let people see me.  They may as well get used to me."

"Oh, and before you go: I'm proud of you for saving those people," your father said.

"...Thanks," said Victoria, blushing.  "It was the right thing to do.  If I can do that kind of thing more, I will."

"I know you would," your father said.

"All right," said Victoria.  "So, um, I'll see you later.  Call me if you need anything."

And she flew off, to explore the city.

As you approach, you see that your parents are standing on the porch waiting for you.

"Oh, hello," said Victoria, landing.  "What's going on?"

"We were just waiting for you to get home," your mother said.

"Well, here I am," said Victoria.  "I told the police how to get in touch with me by radio if there's a crisis."

"How did it go? Your mother was rather nervous," your father said.

"Oh hush, you were nervous too," your mother said, nudging him in the side.

"They seem to be supportive so far," said Victoria.  "They've decided that I'm a superhero.  I should probably consider some kind of iconic costume, if that's the case."

"What kind of costume would you like?" your father asked.

"I'm not sure yet," said Victoria.  "Something with pockets of some kind.  Something practical... I think bright colors would be good.  I'm well-armored, and the advantages to being visible in a confusing situation outweigh the disadvantages."

"Reds and yellows then?" your father asked as he headed inside and to the workshop.

"That seems like a good idea," said Victoria.  "It should probably be tight, since I don't want loose cloth getting caught on something at high speeds."

"The things you ask of your father, though I guess it's fine since you're a robot," your father said.

"I'm just being practical," said Victoria.  "...are you being protective of me?"

That was an interesting thought-- touching, and yet also amusing.  It made her smile, and also realize that there were directions that this conversation could go that would be distinctly awkward.

"I'm still your father," your father said as he began to gather fabrics.

Victoria impulsively kissed the top of his head.

"It's sweet of you," she said.  "I'm using the name 'Singularity,' by the way.  For the Technological Singularity."

"You want a big 'S' on your belt then?" your father asked.

"I suppose so," said Victoria.  "Symbols have a certain power."