<div class="floatleft">(http://cyborgphotos.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/cyborgphotos-wordpress-com-closet_cyborg_by_rocklou-cyborg-man1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Traitor/Jack Cordero<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen of the Jean Grey Institute<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, Hoodie, Sandles.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Mostly Autumn<br/><hr/><br/>Actually, he felt kind of guilty about it. She was someone who could heal people with her touch and the reaction was more extreme was expected. Or at all, he was probably lying if he claimed that he expected any sort of reaction at all, he wasn't thinking that far ahead. Yeah, he was in a crappy mood and he knew it - and it wasn't fair that he was taking it out on other people.<br/><br/>"<strong>Sorry, I'll go apologize.</strong>" he replies to Betsy as he gets up. He's got what he needed anyway and a piece of toast should handle the meat parts.<br/><br/>He heads toward the front porch and looks where she went, and even without the internal computer telling him where she was and that she was a mutant it didn't take long.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm sorry, I'm. . .sorry. If it helps any, I found out that my whole life has been based on an ugly lie and been sort of spiraling downward ever sense.</strong>"