<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: Jack, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/>The click-clack of high heels sound outside Jack's cell. Not unusual, except for the fact that the footsteps halt once their owner has reached his cell. There is a momentary silence, and then the doors slide open and a slender woman stands in the opening. She is slender and dressed in a classic chique that wouldn't look out of place at a board meeting. Her lustrous black hair is combed back, enhancing the image of professional efficiency. Her gaze falls upon him, her expression is neutral. A moment later she steps inside and the doors close behind her.<br/><br/>"Goodmorning, Mr Cordero." It's a pleasant voice that greets him, with a noticable British accent. "I hoped you and I might have a chat or perhaps a that isn't quite the right word. A meeting of the minds, I suppose, would be a slight more accurate." She pauses and her gaze grows distant as she reaches out to another, further away. She had woken early, and had been unwilling to wake the man by her side. Now she checks in on Bobby, brushing his mind with a fleeting caress until he awakens.<em>Business, my sweet, having a chat with the traitor. Mind if I linked you in?</em>A faint smile curls Psylocke's lips when she refocuses on Jack. "Do you mind?" She doesn't bother disclosing the possible presence of a third. At least, not yet.