"I meant no insult!" Dodge ball of lava. "I don't intend to interfere, you said no!" Dodge house-sized spear of ice. "I'm leaving peacefully, okay, so stop tearing up the tile!"
"You'll respawn at home. No permanent damage. You interrupted an important meeting, you need to learn a lesson about territory, mountain bitch." Dodge- no, fail to dodge a thrown tree, and then another ice ball. The next sphere of magma is what destroyed that form.
She wakes up, stripped of all her tools and enchantments and even clothes, and groans in pain.
"The internet is the name for the international connection between them all. If a computer—or a phone—connects to it, it can access a number of virtual 'locations,' called websites, hosted in other computers around the world. There are websites dedicated to buying and selling several things, including stones."
"Oh, that sounds good. I will have to learn to use it. Thanks for explaining. Is there anything else I should do now?"
She says bye and leaves and collects her phone and finds some out-of-the-way place to play with the internet for a while.
She figures out how to use email and sends a batch of emails to various possibly relevant companies in only slightly broken English explaining that she is a new cape ('cape' being different from 'parahuman' and thus not a lie) who can make and manipulate large amounts of stone and other earth-sourced things. Her name is Mountain, the Protectorate can verify her existence, and she'd be interested in selling services and materials.
Then she flies to one of the relatively cheap clothes stores she found on the internet. She's dropped most of the outer layers of her rock armor because it's too bulky (she can always make more after all), but is still pretty clearly a cape. She keeps her helmet because people seem surprised whenever she doesn't.
A bunch of those companies reply asking her about various things like rates, speed, what exactly she is offering, etc. She's not the first parahuman to go Capitalist but she is fairly rare in doing so and still identifying as 'cape.'
She tries on clothes for a while, shedding her rock armor in the changing rooms, before buying a few simple outfits, packing them away, and flying to her mountain in the sea for the night.
The following day, once she has signal, she will also receive a text message with a more precise location (the PHQ's roof) and time (4:30PM) for her to be escorted to Japan.
Fine, fine, forms and paperwork. Until 4:30 PM. Is she done with the forms and paperwork by then?
At 4:30PM, there's a jet, two Sentai Elite, and one Japanese woman in a crisp formal dress waiting for her. "Good afternoon, Ms. Mountain," she says in heavily accented English. "It is our utmost pleasure to escort you to our glorious country."
(She replies to interested parties that she's still arranging things with the PRT and will be doing repair work in Japan. They should expect to wait a few days/weeks.)
"Good afternoon. I hope my visit will be productive and interesting. Shall we board?"
"Yes, indeed. I am Aiko Wakahisa, and these are my colleagues Windfire and Blot. Let us board."
The inside of the jet is sumptuously appointed, with a red carpet and dark wooden furniture, as well as comfortable reclining and rotating chairs.
The strenuous politeness will probably get old eventually, but for now it's sort of interesting.
"If I may ask, in what ways are the Sentai Elite different from the Protectorate? I admit I do not know a great deal about either group yet."
"We have very different philosophies. The Sentai Elite are more strictly trained, and we do not have celebrities. The names I informed you in English are not equivalent to the ones we have in the original Japanese—we highlight the importance of teamwork and complementing abilities and skills. The entire Sentai Elite is a cohesive unit, and each individual team is more a limb of that unit. We also keep track of all parahumans in sovereign territory, as you have been informed, in order to better understand and plan for contingencies and emergencies."
"I see. Is there a plan ready for the reconstruction? Will I be working closely with others or on my own?"
"I can work metal with somewhat less skill than stone, but unfortunately I have no ability with glass. I can move water as well, but with relatively little skill and power. I do not often find it useful except as an umbrella."
"Yes, that would be best. I expect to want to help for about a week, possibly more or less depending on how much can be done in that time."
"I only regain power when I rest in a place I have personally built or modified. If possible I should sleep on one of the plateaus I created to evacuate people, or on the mountain I accidentally raised while trying to hold Kyushu together."
"I will probably accept." Is that the end of the conversation? If so, she'll get out her phone and see if it still internets after a few seconds of polite silence.