The PRT will do for the time being. If they give her bead to anyone she finds particularly pleasant to work with or who seems to have a good sense of how to prioritize and order tasks for optimal variety, size, and productivity, maybe she'll try to poach them.
Few of the parahumans are interacting with her directly very often. Their main cape-related activities almost always involve fighting one another, and that doesn't change just from watching her get so much more done while staying neutral. She'll get greeted by a few fliers when they happen to run across her, but mostly her decision not to do any fighting results in her being a nonentity for most cape purposes.
And not having much social life means that she can talk to her beads back home, which she had been assuming wouldn't work until her mother spoke to her.
Mostly she gets left to her own extremely helpful devices for as long as she stays here. If she happens to be listening to public opinion about herself there'll be comparisons to that other hero who flies around being useful twenty-four seven.
She doesn't have a lot of time to go give people customer satisfaction surveys, but when she hears that the internet exists she - with some trial and error - figures out a magic interface for it which she can peep at between and during work. (She starts to range into other cities, as Brockton Bay cleans up.)
With her increasing momentum, it now takes less than fifteen minutes to get to Boston or back. It's the nearest major city, and almost twice the size of Brockton Bay. If not quite twice as much that needs doing. Other nearby cities, smaller ones. come with proportionately fewer tasks and usually no PRT office to coordinate with the Brockton Bay people.
She really does kind of need a PA. When she's killing time snorting at the lottery number requests, does anybody seem more like assistant material? Sensible requests in places the PRT isn't covering?
And of course most of the Internet is pseudonymous anyway.
Kithabel makes a brief post that she would very much like to hire some person but is a little too busy to conduct a lot of interviews and if the Internet would like to condense the relevant credentials - a lot - she may get around to looking into them.
Credentials are the one thing groups of people who talk under pseudonyms are least able to assess. But the masses do what they can. One frontrunner is a forum regular who is thereby as trustworthy as possible under the circumstances, another is a newcomer with inordinate amounts of research and the best track record of having Kithabel adopt their suggestions, and so on.
Well, getting it down to two people isn't that bad. Kithabel gives them both her email address and invites them to send her their pitch. Briefly, please.
The first person is perfectly happy with their current job and just got a raise, and is flattered their Internet compatriots nominated them but no thanks.
Second person gets a trial run. What would they like to be paid in? Kithabel probably shouldn't be counterfeiting fiat currency.
Or if Kithabel doesn't like the idea of picking jobs based on who happens to have money, objects transmuted into rhodium are still valuable.
Kithabel doesn't mind picking the occasional job based on who happens to have money, as long as she can't just do literally everything. She notifies the PA of her variety requirement, quietly asks Amy about the value of a dollar because adding a little more blackmail material here isn't likely to hurt anything, names a generous salary, and leaves it to the PA to make sure that at least that much is coming in.
Over time she'll continue doing less in Brockton Bay, and start making occasional forays as far as New York for particular tasks. She may end up gradually migrating around New England without having a well-defined center of operations at any given time.
That's fine. She doesn't sleep anymore and doesn't need to worry about dragging a sluggish flying castle after her. She's started occasionally trying to teleport, although she hasn't managed it yet.
The cape world continues to mostly just politely coexist with Kithabel, but Director Piggot does ask if she's planning to participate in the next Endbringer fight.
"Yes, I think so, although I might have to leave briefly if it goes on a long time and my tactics wind up repetitive."
It may even be worth backsliding some, in an Endbringer attack where each minute means lives."
"I can afford hours, longer with a couple of breaks, and I can rotate between healing and fixing infrastructure and attack and transport and defense and go longer that way, but if I slide back too much I might get killed. I'll hold up better defensively if I know in more detail" or any detail "what to expect to be facing."
If it's Behemoth, the lightning and radiation are his main weapons as well as his most obvious ones. The more people you can protect the better. There exist capes who can let others go into his radius safely, but if you can give the defenders a sufficiently absolute defense, you'd be the only one who could do it in any numbers. And don't bother trying to blind him; the eye is a decoy.
There isn't very much that's known, of course. They usually have a goal, that's something we don't tell the public, and if anyone figures out what it is then we have an advantage. Last time we didn't guess it was Professor Haywire until too late."
"Okay. I'm not at an information-gathering advantage, but I can help with the obvious combat and collateral damage."