Elastigirl hates wearing regular clothes.
Wearing civvies means confinement. It means no using powers, no freedom, and no hero work. One unconscious stretch of the neck, and the shoulder of that new blouse is ripped. Infuriating. She might as well get used to it, though; the Anti-Super bill looks like it's going to pass.
Helen Truax rather likes wearing regular clothes.
Wearing normal clothes means meeting Bob Parr for a drink. It means taking the time to walk slowly rather than leaping over rooftops. It means taking a break, thinking about what she really wants from her future.
Currently, the clothes enable her to push a cart down the grocery aisle, looking for coffee to stock her small apartment. She touches the sides of her face, rubbing her unmasked eyes. Helen hasn't been sleeping so well. Perhaps she should abstain from watching the news right before she goes to bed.
She feels lonely all of a sudden, and decides to swing by Bob's. Collapsing in his arms will take away some of the stress that she feels in her flexible bones, and she'll feel at home.
