Elisabeth had been playing the part of Psylocke tonight, prowling the city for whatever next sin needed correcting. Or something to that effect.
This LA had a whole slew of shit that New York didn't and things worse than Magneto and gang weren't exactly a good thing. She'd been chasing some....creature the past half and hour, shooting psionic daggers its way and trying to catch it off guard by manipulating the shadows to her advantage. But the damn thing had caught on and started to move in the light. What little there was.
In the midst of the hunt and frustration, she'd lost it, shadow porting a bit too far and ending up in a place no normal woman would want to be alone. Cursing up a storm in Mandarin, Psylocke stormed over to Adam and asked, "Oi, you seen a scaly bugger dart past here lately? Green with a blueish tint, nails meant for tearing and probably drooling all over the place?"