On the less super side of things... [Action]

[bemoreflexible]

Helen gave up the super hero life decades ago, back when it was the Alpha Pals who protected the country, and long before the Omegafriends had even been thought of. After all the heroes that were lost after Gamma Jack's "crusade", it became too clear to Helen that the work was just too risky. Today, she was just a normal woman, doing normal errands while her normal husband watched the kids at home. Right?

[A. At Costmart]
Helen just needed to buy a few dozen things for the week. In and out, with as few distractions as possible. It's a shame someone ((probably your character)) had to go and choke on a free sample. And no one around knows the Heimlich maneuver but Helen? Guess everyone is too busy learning to fight death rays and space invaders to bother taking a basic CPR course.

[B. In the Do or Dye Hair Salon waiting area ]
It's been a busy day, apparently, according to the TV in the waiting room. Super villains planting doomsday devices and inciting chaos. Police chiefs complaining about super heroes making it harder for honest cops to do their jobs. Helen would be content to keep her mouth shut about it, but the person next to her is apparently intent on talking about the subject at length.

[C. Anywhere in Venture City]
Seems Helen is all over town today. Perhaps she'll run into something or someone interesting.

Comments

[bemoreflexible]

[Helen supportively rubs his back.]

It's okay, it's okay, you're going to be alright now.

[omnitrixter]

Yeah... [Ben coughs again, eyes watering a bit. Wow, that had hurt. However, he forces a smile on his face despite it.] Thanks.

[bemoreflexible]

How do you feel? Do you need to sit down?

[omnitrixter]

I think I'll... [Cough cough.] ...live. Not happily though.

[He swallows a few times, trying to rid himself of the raw feeling in his throat. It's probably just in his head that he feels it though.]

Thanks. I owe you.

[bemoreflexible]

[She leads him to a bench by the ending machines.]

Is that so? Well, can you do me one favor, uh.. -sorry, what's your name?

[omnitrixter]

Ben. Ben Tennyson.

[bemoreflexible]

Great, Ben, can you do me a favor?

[omnitrixter]

[Ben mutely nods his head before giving her a quizzical look to silently ask what she wants. It hurts to talk.]

[bemoreflexible]

Next time? Chew. Your. Food.

[omnitrixter]

[Ben gives an irritated whine at that, glaring sideways on the embarrassed store worker who'd triggered the whole mess.]

Yes, ma'am.