"When you're a female Superhero, getting clothes that… that don't wear out after a couple of wearings," she says, her voice laced with frustration. She demonstrates by hooking a finger under the collar of her suit and stretching it absurdity, showcasing its (and her) elasticity. The fabric strains.

"I mean, after one good fight, I don't want to look like a house... uh, like I'm wearing a - a burlap sack. So, yeah, I've spent so much money. I've been broke trying to put together a good wardrobe for work! And that's just a... When... when is this problem going to be solved for me? Eh, I'm... I can't wait for the day when somebody can put together a good line of action-wear."

To emphasize her point, she morphs her hands into sleek, sharp blades and then back to normal in a seamless display of shapeshifting.

"You know, action-wear that will be form fitting that will recover after, uh, a couple of good days of work, that can really... function, and has style." She crouches, then springs into a series of flips across the room, highlights her expertise as a hand-to-hand combatant

"Okay, look. Look, if I do a couple of good - good moves, hold on..."

She executes a flawless, lightning-fast combo of punches and kicks, her limbs extending to impossible lengths. She easily lifts a heavy nearby table with one hand, demonstrating her enhanced strength, before setting it down without a sound. "If I do a couple of moves like... oh, sorry... If I do a couple of moves like this... I'm sorry... like that, I mean, look at the underarms!"

She stretches one arm, making it incredibly long and thin, and points to the stretched, baggy fabric under the other.