Victor always could smell Betsy before he saw her. He'd been close enough to catch her scent, and more than once, now; he was curious as to what kind of trouble she seemed to be getting herself into this time. Moving slowly and carefully he trailed her, trying to keep out of her sight as he investigated what she was doing, even though he knew - as a telepath - that she'd easily be able to sense his presence if she so chose.
She was in hypersensitive stealth mode. Of course she knew he was there but she also knew he wouldn't rat her out. Besides, there really wasn't a whole lot she could do about it. She couldn't sneak up on him any more than he could sneak up on her. The best she could do was attempt to mentally nudge him into going somewhere else but he was trained well enough to know when someone was in his head. Emma taught him well.
Instead she continued to poke around until she found a vehicle that struck her fancy. "Hello pretty." She mumbled to herself as she slipped into the driver's seat.
He watched from a short distance away as Betsy climbed into the vehicle, curious as to what she was planning to do. He didn't exactly have any desire to stop her; he couldn't have cared less what she did to piss Stryker off. But he knew that, if she was planning on having some fun in raising hell, he wanted to make sure he was a part of it.
The controls didn't look so difficult and if the dials were right it could go pretty fast. Oooh and she was dying to know what that button did.
Her violet eye glanced around the interior to no avail before she called out to Victor. "You wouldn't happen to know where they keep the key to this, would you Pet?"
Pet. Pet. Emma used to call him 'Pet'. He tried to push aside the the bitter memory of his recent conversation with the newly-returned blonde as he turned his attention to Betsy, moving out of the shadows to answer her question.
"Y'mean y'don't know to hot-wire it?" he smirked, as cocky and irritating as ever. "Woulda thought a chick like you could pick that information up from somewhere, huh?"
Betsy was aware of the other telepaths return but she neither cared nor felt that it had anything to do with her. Victor was a grown man. He could take care of his own problems.
She just wasn't a fan of being compared to the blond and she'd just broken him of the habit when the Ice Queen decided to come back.
Betsy sighed and leaned back. "Most vehicles aren't an issue but this thing is more like a tank. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to hot wire a tank? I'm not feeling particularly patient tonight."
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Instead she continued to poke around until she found a vehicle that struck her fancy. "Hello pretty." She mumbled to herself as she slipped into the driver's seat.
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Her violet eye glanced around the interior to no avail before she called out to Victor. "You wouldn't happen to know where they keep the key to this, would you Pet?"
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"Y'mean y'don't know to hot-wire it?" he smirked, as cocky and irritating as ever. "Woulda thought a chick like you could pick that information up from somewhere, huh?"
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She just wasn't a fan of being compared to the blond and she'd just broken him of the habit when the Ice Queen decided to come back.
Betsy sighed and leaned back. "Most vehicles aren't an issue but this thing is more like a tank. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to hot wire a tank? I'm not feeling particularly patient tonight."
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