Team 2: Jamie, Ruth, Betsy
The fact that someone in a uniform was jogging in their direction almost ended badly for Jamie's dupe: on edge as she was, Psylocke pulled back her fist, preparing for another punch before she stopped herself. She looked startled for a moment and then settled it into a 'seriously?' look at guard-Jamie, as though it was suddenly his fault that she'd almost clobbered him.
Under different circumstances, it might make for a tense elevator ride - lucky, as long as Jamie was around, 'silence' wasn't something they'd be burdened with.
Once the doors opened, Betsy narrowed her eyes, looking first up one side of the hall, then the other. Splitting up would make sense, though she was hesitant to let the others stray too far since this was her first time working with them. If only there were some way to know where--
But, of course, there was. It was amazing how often Elisabeth forgot that she was a telepath, she was so used to relying on her espionage training.
Where are you? she projected. Psychic speech was strange, but she was using the same vague sense that she'd first received the distress call from. Not the way she actively projected her thoughts to everyone around her, but the way she spoke on the psychic level. She wasn't entirely sure if she got an actual response or not, but she had a strong feeling. "Left, I think," she said. She sounded rather confident, though she glanced at Ruth to see if the other psychic might have more insight for them.