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Psylocke (psylocke_betsy) wrote in silverage,

Betsy shrugged. She mentally ran over the list of reasons she would be out this late. Boredom, apathy, general confusion about her current state of affairs. "Don't know." She said in response to his question. "Just needed to get out for a bit and stretch my legs." There was something funny about the guys mannerisms but she couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way he would occasionally glance at her neck, or maybe it was the way he wasn't sure how to compose himself.

Perhaps she should probe his thoughts if only to figure out what he was all about. She extended her hand out to him. Since they'd been talking for the last couple of minutes might as well introduce herself. "By the by, the name is Betsy." At the same time she opened her mind just a bit to see if she could catch his immediate thoughts. It was probably unnecessary but her curiosity was getting the better of her.