With Johnny out on patrol, Betsy was the only one there when Nate arrived. She'd taken to changing into a fresh set of clothes after inviting him over so that they could plan, and was just pulling her hair out from under the back of a sports bra when he announced his presence. Her mind was always searching for psyches in the nearby vicinity, especially those that were of a threat to her, and so she had sensed Nate coming. Betsy was strictly a no-mind-entering-without-a-need sort of gal, and she wasn't about to disrespect someone that she was forming a team with.
"Around the corner," she called back, her accent present as ever and her head turning so that she could look over her shoulder and greet him with purple eyes as he entered the other room. She wasn't surprised to see that he was carrying his weapons with him. Who wasn't? She certainly never left the loft without her katanas - not when her psionic weapons couldn't do as much damage to these wretched bugs. Shatter their minds, yes, but she wanted them dead. Nate clearly did, too.
She moved from the makeshift bed over to the other side of the room where there was a neatly folded pile of somewhat wearable clothes and pulled the first item off the top. While her pants were the ones she's originally arrived in, the sports bra was a recent find and because of how so much of that sort of material was stretched out from the heat, she'd had to get a few sizes smaller than she normally would wear just so that he would be of any support. The shirt she picked up had clearly been meant for Johnny, but Betsy didn't care and she unfolded it before lifting her arms up and through the torn off sleeveholes of the Guns N Roses black tank before pulling her hair out of that as well and turning to face him properly.
"Would you like some water, love?" She'd taken some from the supply semi-recently, making sure that that had just enough up in the loft to stay safe.