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Psylocke (psylocke_betsy) wrote in silverage,

Betsy's psychic skills honed in on the energy signature she's sensed. The blonde standing not more than 15 feet from her, that was the one. She was sure of it. Now the question was what to do next. Stealth wasn't really on her side. After all, Betsy did have purple hair, it wasn't like that was something easy to hide. However faced with the prospect of finding someone else that went on an unexpected trip through time too was something she couldn't pass up. She moved with the crowd until she was standing at the same shop window as the blonde woman. She glanced out her peripheral to see if the other woman had noticed her.

By a subtle change in the other woman's body language Betsy could tell she was on to her. Well, it was now or never. She turned her head to address the other woman. "Look luv, you don't have to worry I'm not stalking you." She said in a low voice. "But you seem as out of place as I do." Betsy wasn't sure it was such a good idea to call out a perfect stranger, but if there was any chance blondie new how or why they had been pulled back in time she had to find out.