<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/>The news about the prisoner sounded promising. From what he could gather, if there was a way to prevent an outside influence from taking over Cordero's mind or programming, then the guy would be able to exercise his own freewill. This would be a good thing, potentially, as few people in the organization liked the idea of prisoners down in the holding cells - especially long-term ones. Bobby himself would prefer that his place remain empty for as long as possible.<br/><br/>He leaned against the wall, biding his time, watching over his lady and the prisoner alike. Then apparently finished, Betsy turned to him, playfully trapped him between her arms as her hands pressed against the wall to either side of him, and mentally expressed her thoughts about the necessity of their presence over the next few days.<br/><br/>Bobby blinked, but slowly began to smile at the unexpected hint that she offered him. Some private-time would be nice, and since the school still wasn't opening for a few more days, they would have time to kill.<br/><br/>~You name the time, the place, and I'll be there, love,~ he thought back to her, and a few brief - though quite explicit - images fluttered from his thoughts into hers. He wanted to kiss her, to take her in his arms - and badly, but here, in the holding cells, with the prisoner right behind her and who knew how many cameras in the area, he didn't wish to embarrass Betsy with an overly dramatic display of affection.<br/><br/>A few moments later, Hank finally arrived, and Bobby turned his attention to him as he spoke, listening to the exchange between people a lot smarter than he was.<br/>