<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/>"<em>Extra sugar? You're spoiling me, Bobby Drake. Whatever I've done to deserve this, I must do it again.</em>," she sent to Bobby, a playful undertone in her telepathic 'voice'. The image of their entwined bodies on crumpled sheets came to mind and her thoughts lingered on the pleasant memory. A smile graced her lips and she raised her gaze to the cyborg, suspended from the ceiling by thick cables... something Beast had put in place, she thought.<br/><br/>"Boredom induced madness?" Betsy moved to stand before the Jack, eyeing the cables. "I don't blame you. But no, it's not the mind playing tricks, although the implication that it could, is a point in your favor." She closes her eyes and expands the link with Jack's mind, adjusting the image of his library until it includes a likeness of herself. A door appears between the shelves; it stands ajar, projecting the link to Bobby.<br/><br/>"You understand that there are concerns," she tells Jack -and Bobby through the link-. "Some fear you may turn against us. Maybe not even voluntarily, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. It's your own choices that concern me." She pauses, collects her thoughts and projects one very simple question in Jack's mind. "Why are you here?"