<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i.pinimg.com/736x/56/2b/02/562b028b1b521fcad5879958c79921c4--motorcycle-suit-motorcycle-girls.jpg)<br/></div></div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock/Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lower level of the X-Men Mansion, 2028<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Finding the shaft.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bishop<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured sans helmet<br/><hr/><br/>"A hand would be a good start," Betsy spoke softly, meeting Bishop's gaze. She sensed his thoughts, not reading deeply but enough to realize he had dropped his mental guard for her. She reached up, softly caressing his cheek and touching the "M" tattoo he'd been forced to endure. She knew Bishop had lived through more hardships than anyone should ever have to; they all had, it was why they were X-Men, to make the world better so future generations would not have to suffer as many of them had. In order to make that happen, they had to hold on to each other, for strength and, sometimes, comfort.<br/><br/>"Bishop," she said, her voice carrying only to him. "Whatever is going on between myself and Warren has no bearing here. Now. Don't let that concern you. We are teammates, friends, comrades. That means we can be there for each other, when we need to know that we are not alone. Never alone."