Elisabeth wasn't worried too much about the little girls, but she certainly didn't want to cause Nick any discomfort. She canted her head to the side, her eyes taking on a faraway glaze, before announcing, "She won't go to the paparazzi. Trust me. And I'm Psylocke." She smirked, smug in her abilities. "Ahh, I could get used to this." Then, realizing how that could have been misunderstood to mean she could get used to hitting on young boys and making little girls jealous, she gave Nick a wide-eyed horrified look and stummbled to explain, "Oh, no, I meant the whole protective bit, yeah? I...shite, um, right, well it was nice meeting you and all, sorry about all...that...ugh!"
She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing scarlet, and ducked her head to turn and leave. She was muttering curses and and nonsense to herself in Mandarin, rubbing away stress at her forehead. Elisabeth was a mess.