She hadn't expected him to remove his sunglasses and reveal himself so soon, but she was holding out that she would see his face at some point tonight. Preferably underneath her.
Psylocke took a step back, pursing her lips in thought. "You sure you don't want me to be nosy?" Maybe she doubted the other man; maybe she was itching to use her powers; or maybe she wanted to show off. She offer any reason, just waited for orders from Arrow. "Or," she turned to look out over the rainy city, "would you rather start hunting tonight, love?"