<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, Hank, Traitor<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby watched Betsy walked out, almost totally missing what Hank was trying to say to him.<br/><br/>"Huh? Oh, right, sure Hank," he said, quickly composing himself. "No, she was done here. She doesn't like staying in one place too terribly long without good reason. As for Cordero...," Bobby turned his gaze to the entity with various names. "If Betsy is cool with him, then I am too. My instinct says to keep an eye on him - because we don't know if the enemy has any tricks to regain control of him in situations like this, but... if Betsy says a mental block will shield him from being tampered with, then I trust her," he nodded. "I didn't see anything that concerned me, otherwise."<br/><br/>Bobby caught Hank's 'almost-speaking' Charles's name, and a sad look filled his eyes for a moment, but he nodded. "Sure, I can help out for a bit. I have some business to attend to this evening, but a game of hoops, especially amongst the newcomers, could be pretty fun," he said with a nod. "I'll got see if I can find the others."<br/><br/>With a nod to both Hank and Cordero, Bobby headed for the door.