<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/4/48605/2975846-femme_fatale___psylocke_by_brandonarseneault.jpg)</div>Name: Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock aka Psylocke<br/>Location: Blackbird Jet<br/>Outfit: as shown<br/>Tagged: open<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>“Not my preferred evening wear to be certain, but there is a functional charm to the outfit.”<br/><br/>Elizabeth smiled toward her fellow X-Men, though her eyes failed to pick up the sparkle of that smile.  Instead the smile seemed to turn more into a half until becoming a simple smirk as Wolverine decided to give them their marching orders.  A simple nod was given as he commanded her use of powers in the role of espionage which was her ideal beside.  Eyes ceased to see as he knew the sense and ears ceased to hear the words falling around her from lips of the flesh.  Instead her vision sought out the mind’s eyes as she had been taught by people with a more malicious bent than those around her.  Care was given as her body and mind separated the latter drifting outward to brush those they were coming upon to rescue.  Sight and sound become someone else’s as she struggled to glimpse through their senses into the world around them, to gain the information needed to make a selective strike.<br/><br/>Elizabeth did not doubt there would be mental shielding on some and there may even be one like herself down there to track such an attempt.  Yet few had her training and her care, not to mention paranoia hammered into her through years of experience.  Fleeting glances were all she dared to gleam from those minds she touched, simple brushed of her mind to their own so that information could be compiled and given.  When finally her eyes fluttered open, she took a moment to piece together the information so as to make a concise and accurate report of her findings.<br/>