Re: Mercury, Accord, War Machine, etc
At the very least, the fanfared arrival of the War Machine had allowed Betsy to land daintily across the way. She was dressed, not in the traditional garb of the X-Men (since, of course, Xavier had seen to it that she wasn't counted in their ranks any longer), but in a loose-fitting gown -- the watchword, apparently, was comfort. The sleeves flapped idly in the wind, and little eddies caused the hem to swirl around her thighs lazily.
"Can I be of assistance?" she said to Cait, with a smile. The large hulk of War Machine proved a rather pleased aesthetic counterpoint to Betsy's femininity, but her somewhat lopsided grin should have left nobody in any doubt as to who the dangerous one was. The man in the suit might have been packing, but he probably had some self-control left.