Psylocke had no intentions of harming him, unless it involved a bed, and thus far, he had yet to give off evil vibes. She couldn't judge too much with such limited views, but she was intrigued none the less.
She stood at last to bring herself closer to the man dressed in green, reaching out a hand to run along the material on his chest and smirking. "Do you have a name or do I get to pick one out myself?" Psylocke let the hand trail downwards, resting her fingers at the edge of his hip. She made a note of his present weapons just in case. As for herself, she carried nothing but her revealing outfit.