<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/350/a/7/a7061d7b23ee10cdfd1213da6c11da9a.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Psylocke/Betsy Braddock<br/>Location: city mall -> outside -> mansion<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: black pencil skirt with split, matching jacket, sky-blue blouse, stockings, high heels.<br/>Tagging: open<br/><hr/><br/>The gates opened when Elizabeth drove up to them and she reduced her speed considerably. There were kids on the premises after all. Even if they were well beyond toddler age, she felt that at times they were just as unpredictable. Or worse. She rolled up to the garage, went through the motions to open the doors and parked the car inside. Once she had retrieved her shopping bags, the car had been locked and the alarm turned on, she stepped back outside in the sunlight.<br/><br/>Her eyes squinted when she noticed a student run towards the mansion. A slender brow arched she watched the girl disappear inside. It wasn't uncommon for students to run past. In fact, it was rather common. But this student's run didn't emit 'late for dinner' vibe. Elizabeth set her bags down and closed her eyes, searching the mansion with her mind.<br/><br/><em>There. The sprinting student. Cessily. Activity in the Danger Room. Storm, calm as ever. Cessily talking. </em><br/><br/>She opened her eyes, picked up her bags and continued towards the entrance, mulling over the knowledge gleaned. The name seemed familiar. It nags at her as she heads for the doors. 'Daken', she's heard the name before. The associations that come with it aren't reassuring but she knows Bobby is on it, and Ororo on her way. On a whim, she checks in on Bobby and she find him calm if determined. As he has matters well in hand there is no reason for her to go out of her way to greet - ah right - Logan's son. She remembers now. Not the most savoury of individuals. It seems odd that he'd come here but Elizabeth figures it saves Wolverine the trouble of hunting him down. The sooner that's over and done with, the better.<br/>