"Awwwe, poor bébé, you'll just steal another one, yeah?" She was unable to hide the smile in her voice, practically giddy from the rush of adrenaline and lust. She had little time to enjoy herself though before she was shrouded in darkness beyond the lack of sun, gasping as Gambit twirled her like a dradle in what was left of his jacket. Dizzy and disoriented, it took no effort to discard her into the bush and she fell with an audible sound of pain, grimacing as the damn plant scratched her.
Snarling, she looked up from the broken bush and caught his words...it dawning on her then that his precious weapons were in the jacket with her. Psylocke couldn't help it; she threw back her head and laughed, reaching into the pocket to grab the cards. "Wonder how they'll take to psionic energy..." and with that, she charged an eight of spades and thew it at his hair.
"Oh, this is fun, no wonder you use them so often," Psy cooed, charging up two more cards and throwing them at a tree behind his body. Lips pursed, she held out the rest of his deck, fanned out nicely. "Come and get them, then."