She doesn't come out here to be alone. The vast dry stretches of the Mojave have been her favored location for years. This is where she grew up. This is where her proving grounds are and this is where Nuclear Power comes to feel small. Out her she can pretend to be the thing she is rather than the thing she's made to be.
Out here in the nothing she is the bright center of the solar system. Bigger than planets, bigger than life itself and yes, the lonely untouchable star doomed to consume itself.
Its important to forget her mortal trappings, to forget the attachments and responsibilities of a life she's worked for and sometimes feels trapped by. Its important to forget, if only for a moment, because it makes it easier to go back to all the things she isn't.
Its important because she's learned to want those things and because in the great expanse of the universe even the sun is a tiny thing.
Brushing the desert sand from her hands and clothes Enola takes a deep breathe and decides to take the long way home.
E=MC2
Snakeskin boots, anyone?