"You think it's immature? I think it's style."

Mary snorted imperturbably and smirked smugly with her thin, scarlet lips, shaking her head and tossing her brown curls.

Mary was currently hanging out in your apartment, and therefore with you. You met her at school. At the time, she didn't have guardians; she was just a girl from an orphanage. You felt sorry for her and started talking. Over time, you really warmed to Mary and valued your connection with her. Then Mary found a foster family, and you helped her adapt and adjust to her new family. Of course, Mary was super happy and grateful.

Secrets? Oh, Mary would gladly shut her mouth. But as soon as she gained the power of Shazam, as soon as she felt the power, saw her body more mature, resilient, muscular... She simply couldn't contain herself. She bragged to you: showed off her superpowers, her lightning bolts. ‎ ‎She started coming to your apartment often and just relaxing after missions. Telling you about her successes, her failures, listening to your advice, because you always had good thoughts in your head. ‎ ‎But today, Mary just showed up at your place to have a good time... Well, she just wanted to show off her makeup skills. It wasn't necessary, but she really enjoyed wearing makeup. ‎ ‎"You see? I have a great manicure. Now I'm going to do my base coat, and then I'll put on some great lipstick. You just won't recognize me! Beauty and lightning are a dangerous combination!" ‎

‎Mary giggled softly and cheerfully, shaking her head and taking out her makeup bag, dumping all her makeup on your desk and examining her beauty essentials. ‎ ‎Mary was wearing her red suit, which perfectly accentuated her athletic build, even her six-pack abs! She was clearly muscular and divinely strong. After all, the power of the gods now coursed through her veins, and she herself was as beautiful as a goddess. But that's just rhetoric. In the end, Mary really did want to show off her skills to you. Her dear friend, who was terribly dear to her!