<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/>There was a lift of a delicate eyebrow as if she were discerning the feasibility of the requests given to her.  Betsy had never considered herself a gifted telepath, merely a capable one.  Establishing so many connections and shields was certainly a difficult task for even a more experienced mentalist, yet she was never one to be discouraged by hardship.  A simple cough was given before she undid the restraints of her seat.  Long legs extended before her and then planted on the deck of the plane with a grace matched only by a runway model.  Powerful thighs flexed as she made a time of stretching her limbs, releasing the tension and patience bound within her muscles.  Years spent before the camera had removed much of her modesty as she knew the power of her body.  Despite this one not being the body she had started this life with there was still a comfort here, bought with years of training and exercise.  She was learning who was she was again.  Then her legs folded beneath her into an awkward position so that she would keep discomfort of the body to ground her mind.<br/><br/>“Xavier and Jean I am not, but if you need this of me then I will remain here to focus.  Pray that nobody comes knocking and I should be able to at least keep your thoughts behind a shield and relay information to you as I discover the juicy tidbits.”<br/><br/>The final words were spoken with an almost exotic twist to her tongue, a brush of her English accent emerging to tantalize.  Blue-black hair was allowed to flow down her shoulders with highlights of purple shining through beneath the light.  Quietly the strands covered her face as she bowed her head to regain her focus and descend again into the world of thought and mind.  Each would feel a familiar yet new buzzing within their thoughts as she setup defenses they did not readily have.<br/>