Betsy had been out and about the city, trying to discover anything about where she was, how she'd gotten here, and for what purpose. Finding herself in a new place wasn't entirely new, as there had been a couple of times that she had 'died' and been reborn. One of the dangers of being a mutant and fighting great galactic civilizations.
She was heading through the park when the sound of someone lamenting on love caught her attention. "Wishing about something does nothing to make it happen," she offered, giving the person and appraising glance. "Results come from doing something about it."