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Psylocke (psylocke_betsy) wrote in silverage,

Betsy noticed there was something a bit differnt about the man standing in front of her. Aside from the fact that he'd somehow escaped her psychic senses, he seemed to be in something of disheveled state. She could see that though his clothes were timeline appropriate they were also covered in dirt. Poor bugger must be a tramp She thought. "No worries mate." She said as he turned to leave.

Then when he turned back and asked why she out and about without an escort she was caught off guard. Betsy couldn't remember a time when she ever needed an escort. When your a telepathic ninja, you rarely needed anyone around to look after you. And this was 1964 not 1864. Maybe this guy had been pulled from even further back in history than the year they were already in.

Her lips turned up in a slight smile and she cocked an eyebrow. "I guess chivalry isn't dead after all." She said "It's kind of you to ask luv, but I'm tougher than I look." she winked at him in a playful manner. It was temping to probe his mind, but Betsy decided against it. After all it wasn't very polite to invade someones mind without their permission.