<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/iceman2_zpsd4d40e18.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Bobby Drake/Iceman<br/>Location: Holding Cells<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: As shown<br/>Tagging: Betsy/Psylocke, Traitor<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby made his way down to the holding-cells. It wasn't an enormously long walk, but he took his time, being careful with the coffee to make sure he didn't spill any.<br/><br/>As he entered the cell where he found her standing, and her subject incarcerated, Bobby quietly moved up beside her.<br/><em><br/>"Almost looks too good to be true. I'll need to look further. To be sure. Guard me when you get here, love. I don't think he's in any shape to attack but he is..or was... a sentinel. He's been controlled by remote before."</em>she thought into his mind.<br/><br/>Bobby smiled, leaning over so that his mouth was inches from her hear.<br/><br/>"Nothing will happen to you while I'm here," he whispered, "And your coffee is here," he added, then leaned back and turned his attention towards the prisoner. It was a tight spot to be in, not knowing if this... thing... could be trusted or not. Bobby was all for getting Kitty down here to get as much info from its computer-side as she could, then shutting the thing down. The face that it had saved human lives was the only thing keeping it from being destroyed. Could that act of compassion on the part of Traitor simply be a malfunction in its programming? Or was it trying to achieve its own autonomy?<br/><br/>It was all above Bobby's head, which is why he left the super-cerebral stuff to those more qualified to handle it. Looking at the prisoner, though, Bobby kinda felt bad for him, and obviously Betsy thought the guy warranted her attention. After offering Betsey her coffee, Bobby looked down at his for a moment, untouched but still hot. Quietly, he walked forward to the cell area where Traitor was being held, and utilizing a feature of the cell, Bobby carefully slid the cup into the cell for Traitor. Bobby wasn't sure if the guy ate, drank, or whatever, but, he figured it couldn't hurt to at least make the offer.<br/><br/>Then, he returned to Betsy's side, his senses on alert to watch for any sort of danger that might come her way while she was mentally communicating with the subject before them.<br/><br/>