<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/iceman2_zpsd4d40e18.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Bobby Drake/Iceman<br/>Location: Bedroom --> Kitchen (Physically), Kitchen/Holding Cells (Mentally)<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: As shown<br/>Tagging: Betsy/Psylocke<br/><hr/><br/>...Then, he heard her voice in his head, gentle and sweet almost as if she were sitting next to him caressing his ear or neck.<br/><br/>A 'chat' with the Traitor? What for? But he didn't actively -think- the question to her, instead, he simply focused slightly, responding to her as she had taught him to do -<em>"Yes, dear, that would be great,"</em>he said...<br/><br/><em>"The usual, love? It's pretty fresh, and there's plenty of sugar this time,"</em>he thought to Betsy as he began to pour. He knew he wouldn't interrupt -her-, not mentally. He had learned just a bit about how powerful Psylocke's mind was, and he was astonished by her capabilities every day...