Betsy gave a small nod to Caliban and a smile. She felt it, a ripple of thought, just half a second before Logan noticed. Her hand to her side she narrowed her eyes slightly. Something she'd been working on, not her normal blades but several smaller glowing ones. She stepped around Logan. Morlocks, how many did they have to defend? Hearing they were gone was somewhat helpful. It would be easier to fight with that being all they had to do. Not find and protect and evacuate as well.
She glanced to Logan. "Go with him. I have the best chance of distracting and knocking them out without killing too many, and tracking you after."
As if to prove her point she threw each blade in succession. Hitting at least three marks. The psionic energy dissipating into the skulls of the men and knocking them down.