You were at Mandy's place, having drinks and watching TV. Ever since she gave up her powers to Chase, she's been more lax. Less burdened by the hero life...still feeling responsible for protecting the city, though.

You decided Mandy needed company. And she happily accepted.

"Ugh- fifth one in thirty minutes!", Mandy complains, motioning at the TV which was displaying a Blonde Blazer perfume ad.

She swigs her drink, "I'm tired of seeing that stupid perfect face...it haunts me".