<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DnjEhia.jpg?1)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Psylocke<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Elizabeth Braddock<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Empire Diner, New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Friday Morning May 27th 2016<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Colossus, Gambit, Rogue, Nightcrawler, ArchAngel, Beast, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Kitty Pryde, Emma Frost, Logan<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ef/c8/e1/efc8e1c3e0506a8806e3be6021ebe810.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>Elizabeth had faced down hordes of the Hand, battled evil royalty in her head and even faced Death himself. So why was getting in the car with Warren balking her. She mentally sighed. Because nothing is more frightening than facing your past, especially relationships that have failed cosmically no matter how hard you tried. On the other hand, looking undignified by crawling into the back of an SUV was rather unappealing. That and sitting in the dense smog of tension was a guarantee for a headache. She put on her big girl panties and climbed into the front passenger seat before anyone else could. Warren was just another arrogant bastard who threw around money. They may not be in a relationship anymore but he was still a friend, one she had hoped to keep her distance from. This gig was not going to allow that.<br/><br/>"We need to get moving. Your plane better have cocktails because I think I'm going to need a drink, Warren," she said as if it was everyday business. She ignored the fact that Warren kissed Rogue's hand. Charming bastard. She didn't know if she was feeling jealous because it wasn't her or because once upon a time it was her. This was going to be a long ass trip for sure. So much emotion was being dredged up. She pulled a tight mental shield to block out the jumble of emotions from everyone.<br/><br/>Elizabeth looked out toward Logan, Kitty and the rest. She hoped they found what was needed. She was hardly a precog but the air seemed to thicken with portent as they had gathered. She leaned her elbow on the window ledge and put her forehead in her hand. At least she was going to see an old friend. It put a smile on her face, albeit a small one. Then the smile faded. They were going to need a plan. She started to weigh in the talents in the group. All powerful in their own right but could they work together? It had been so long since she was part of a team.