Morgan can't fix their injuries personally, but she can drop them off at their associated organizations' medical wings. She checks with everyone to be sure they're ready to go and won't be leaving anything important behind, and then everyone is casually picked up and taken to the closest of the available destinations. The people that want to go there are dropped off, and everyone else is taken to the next location. Like she's the world's most efficient carpool.

(Which, to be fair, she kind of is.)

Then she drops off the last of the capes, and it's back over the Atlantic and to Houston.

"I'll have a lot of paperwork to fill out. But—thank you."

"Anytime!" Pause. "Literally, not figuratively. Killing terrible nasties and saving the world is my absolute pleasure."

"If you figure out how to kill Sleeper or the Endbringers I would love to help."

"Absolutely, I wouldn't want to try to kill them without you," she says, with complete sincerity. "Though, uh, let's hold off on Sleeper for a while, I trust my immortality but I don't want to lean on it that much."

Nod.

"But you and I definitely have a date with the next Endbringer. In space, if you can get a power for protection against vacuum and radiation. In Antarctica or over the Pacific or something if you can't."

"I can."

"Space it is!"

Another nod.

Smile.

"Well, unless I can help with paperwork or you've changed your mind about the ice cream offer, I believe that's my cue to bid you goodbye."

"I think you can't help, no. We will see each other later."

"That we will! Bye."

And then she's away.

Okay, so. Is she finally allowed to make NASA very happy? Please? C'mon, registration, be done already, the money from the Blasphemies bounty is nice but she crunched some numbers and it's not enough.

It takes another two days then yes! She is allowed to make NASA very happy! She has a nice document that permits her to do these particular things with her power and not others, any uses not outlined on this list will need another permit.

Yeah, she knew that going in. She picked things that she'll use often but doesn't have some of her more fiddly uses of her telekinesis on here. Launching things into space, though? Oh, man. She is so allowed to do that.
NASA, you are about to have a long and fruitful relationship.

Not that she'll just stick with NASA, as long as she's launching satellites and not missiles into space she's quite happy to put things into space for the quite reasonable and understanding price of, oh. $50 Million seems a good starting point. Very reasonable.

Who wants her to put things into space?

Quite reasonable and quite a lot less than usual, and scales better, too. They can even start designing satellites that don't need to take "being launched" into account, and the weight constraints are gone and—

—several people, is the answer. Several people and companies and orgs want her to put things in space according to these specifications.

Excellent, she will start with trusted sources like NASA on her own, and then she will immediately take her $50 million and turn around and hire people to vet this for her. She does not want to launch missiles into space, but also she does not want to launch satellites that secretly have missiles into space. It's not that she doesn't trust you guys, it's that she has a fully functioning brain and she's definitely not going to trust you guys. She figures that some scientisty people will be slightly out of a job soon, and might want to come work for her instead of helping to build very wasteful rockets. They can check over everything to make sure that things do what people say they will do. She can also hire other people to manage her scheduling and such, does anyone want to do that for her?

Those sure are some interestingly altruistic and non-combative uses of parahuman powers there, they're not very common, it would have been really cool if she'd met Sphere before he went crazy.

(Yes, lots of people do, she's paying good money.)

Yeah, it would have been. She'll try to make it up to everyone, though, by doing as much as possible as quickly as possible.

Also here is her scheduler's number, everyone, now that she has one of those. If you have any emergencies that can be solved by her specific powerset, she will be happy to help out immediately without any price tag attached. If you have any problems that are less emergency-shaped or want to hire her for non-space related things here's the list and here's a lovely price list her finance person drew up. It's so lovely and reasonable and casually asking for millions for her time. Because her time is that expensive.

Predictably, she quickly becomes very, very rich.

Her phone rings.

She is not, actually, in the middle of anything right now. She doesn't sleep, moves incredibly quickly, and now has a legion of minions based in Dubai that will handle a lot of the things that are frankly kind of a waste of Morgan's time.

"Hello?"

"Hiya!"

"How goes being a member of the Wards?" asks Morgan, a little glibly.

"About as expected. Or, well, there were, uh, rather more hard feelings than that, but within safety parameters."

"That sucks. Is it taken care of now?"