<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/350/a/7/a7061d7b23ee10cdfd1213da6c11da9a.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Psylocke/Betsy Braddock<br/>Location: Holding Cells<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: black pencil skirt with split, matching jacket, sky-blue blouse, stockings, high heels.<br/>Tagging: Hank, Jack, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/>Betsy eyed the cables and nodded slightly when Jack informed them of the return of his senses. "It might be that your body is taking over from the machines, reverting to its natural, human state. I'm no doctor but I know the human mind has a great capacity for recovery," she told Jack. "I'll inform Hank, to be on the safe side." She wasn't worried for his cyborg programming to take over. Not with Bobby standing right beside her. He'd put Jack Cordero on ice before the former sentinel could blink. Ha, on ice... She smirked inwardly and chalked it up on Bobby's influence.<br/><br/>"As far as I'm concerned you're good to go, Jack. I'm not saying it will be easy. I doubt it will be. But when Hank's done, you should be safe from outward tampering." Her voice took on a solemn note. "That will also mean that every future mistake will be your own to bear. You'll be at the helm again."<br/><br/>Betsy concentrated and searched the mansion and surrounding grounds for Hank McCoy. When she found him, she contacted him. ~<em>Hank? We're done with Cordero. As far as I can tell he's here with the best of intentions. He's all yours now. Says he's getting his senses back, even though the hardware seems to be missing. Would like to work with you sometime on protecting his mind from a hostile take-over.</em>~ A slight pause, and then ~<em> I'll be out of touch a couple of days. Something I want to do before the school reopens... </em>~<br/><br/>She broke the telepathic link and turned to Bobby who'd been patient so far. Leaning up close, she flattened her palms against the wall on either side of his head and raised her gaze to his, misschief sparkling in her eyes.  ~<em>Jack will be fine... You know, I actually think they won't need us for the next couple of days</em>~ A slow, sensual smile curved her lips as she sent the thought to him. One silken black brow arched in unspoken question.