Cradle wasn't the only creature descended from the Father Hexagon that had learned a bit about tracking Psyis powers.

  In fact, because Ret-Borg had been around the thessian for far longer and in closer proximity the cyborg was actually far more adept at detecting Psyis' powers at play. Which is why Ret was a bit confused watching her as she was clearly communicating something with the man in the bed.

  The two shared some similar emotions or sentiments even though Ret's sensors clearly showed that Psyis wasn't connecting to him via her powers.

  Almost as if they were having a conversation just through the most minor emotional tells that ticked across their faces. It seemed a bit silly to think that the mind reader would bother with scouring each minute reaction that crossed Izime's face.

  Still her red eyes remained so glued to the man that Ret had to remind her that she'd dropped the entire conversation they'd been having to converse with Izime instead privately.

  "I, uh, guess that explains this mess. So," Ret-Borg nodded at Psyis who had glossed over Izime's introductions. It was pretty clear that the man's nonchalant attitude had rubbed Dark Night the wrong way. The cyborg asked Izime a question while he kept watching Psyis curious as to who'd answer, "Do I contact everyone now or?"

  Unsure of how to respond Psyis glanced down at Izime. Though it did make her feel a bit uncomfortable to do so. Ret was easily able to tell just how much control Izime had over the situation as he answered for his supposed wardens.

  "You can. I'm just waiting for some food, that I.V. drip was worse than a caloric-cube." Izime nodded at Ret surprised that the two heroes were even bothering to ask. Izime figured that Ret-Borg would have contacted someone as soon as they'd left him in the stasis chamber. Though it appeared that Ret had a bit more patience or understanding than that.

  "And some clothes?" Psyis asked, glancing at the portion of Izime that was still under the sterile hospital white blankets.

  "Yeah I'd rather not go into League lock-up wearing this." Izime chuckled a bit as he responded. Glancing up at the thessian as another thought crossed his mind, asking her quickly. "Is there some tech scrap lying around?"

  "Cradle needs to eat too; it doesn't need to be nice or high-tech it can be civilian," Izime asked Psyis before turning towards Ret-Borg who'd probably have a better idea of what the station had in excess. "Even basic RAM is fine."

  "I can go down and get something?" Psyis offered, it wouldn't be any trouble to fly down to snag something from a computer shop once the station was passing over the sun-side of earth. The station circling quickly in orbit she'd just need to wait until they were over a continent where the stores were open.

  "I'd appreciate it, or Cradle would." Izime nodded offering his thanks on Cradle's behalf. Reaching out and brushing at the bird that'd just brought him back to life.

  "I'll head out here in a little bit OK Cradle?" Psyis said as she leaned down a bit, glancing at the raven who was probably as hungry as its owner.

  The thessian offered a few words to tide the creature over until she could go and get it some food as well. Red eyes watched as Izime's pale hand ran through the black alloy, a smile touching Psyis face as he was clearly enjoying the returned sense of touch.

  Ret-Borg stood still, waiting for the two to remember they weren't alone once more. The cyborg made several conclusions about the two and confirmed his suspicions from earlier while he waited.

  The thessian in front of him seemed to be taken in with this Izime.

  Enough so that she'd followed him to turn on the League for a day. Had attacked him, and Ret suspected she'd relied on Izime to call out those shots as well. Clearly he'd planned it, not just attacking the station but even mitigating the damage they'd do.

  Seeing how quickly the alien had neutralized the cyborg's weapons with absolutely zero schematics to guide her powers. Ret wasn't quite sure how he felt about his fellow league member trusting someone outside their group enough to leave that kind of decision in their hands.

  The cyborg was even less sure how he felt about Izime being right; the entire combination worried Ret immensely.

  Each attack from the thessian had simply clipped a connection or unlatched a hose de-powering each weapon painlessly. The entire thing left Ret wondering just how much of a threat the combined League would be against Izime, even without the bird. Given any kind of support that knowledge could be turned against them with surgical precision.

  "Ret how long will it take for Radiation Man to get here?" Psyis pulled her eyes away as she felt Ret-Borg's discomfort building.

  "He's on his way so ten minutes maybe less. Depending on how Leona and the kids are doing and if a fire or a plane is falling, well you know how Radiation Man gets." Ret-Borg responded, crossing his arms as he had an unspoken conversation with the thessian that Izime couldn't hear.

  Now questioning Psyis on who'd actually been pulling the trigger on her attacks. The mental back and forth Ret was maintaining forcing him to only give a simple answer instead, "He's on his way."

  "Dark Night?" Psyis asked unbothered by Ret's prying mind as he questioned how she'd managed a personal record in taking him down.

  The cyborg might have been right in assuming she'd had a bit of help but having Izime contribute and play his role as a targeting computer for her had ensured no one got really hurt. Ret's injuries were comparatively nothing more than a bruise, something she'd only managed with that help.

  The fact the cyborg was complaining he'd been kept safe was actually a bit grating, but it did reinforce her belief she'd made the right decision. Confident in her own choices, Psyis stood beside Izime refusing to leave her friend's side just because yet another League member felt uncomfortable in his presence.

  "A little longer," Ret shrugged giving her an estimate, not really committing to a response to the real question. He hadn't contacted the man, which is what Psyis really wanted to know. Still it was painfully clear Stan had noticed when the call went out for James, so he'd left regardless. The cyborg gave the thessian her odds straight up as fifty-fifty in the hands of fate, "it takes a bit for the Dark-Jet to make it up here but he's also not as prone to pit-stops."

  Dark Night wasn't just going to sit back while his personally funded orbital castle was besieged and taken over by the same man who'd basically spat in his face to begin with.

  There was only one reason the entire platform would have a communications black-out across the board while the demonic AI was being held captive within. He certainly wasn't going to be stopping to put out any fires when there was a much larger risk hanging over his head in both senses of the word.

  "OK I'm going to stick around for a bit until I know who's showing first." Psyis decided after hearing Ret's thoughts looking down and apologizing to the bird she'd intended to get food for, "Sorry Cradle but snacks will have to wait."

  She certainly wasn't going to run the risk of Dark Night trying to undo all the work they'd done by beating Izime back into a cell. He was still just an average human and fighting back would only earn him the rest of the League's ire, especially if he injured the tech-armored Stan.

  Not that doing anything drastic would go over well for Stan. Izime was behaving perfectly fine even if he was still treating the League a bit too casually considering his position. They were both already walking a thin line but Izime was handicapped as long as he tried to maintain that non-hostile attitude that carried them this far.

  They'd already accomplished so much, she couldn't let it crumble now; Psyis breathing a bit easier when her accomplice returned.

  "Got some pork rinds, cookies, and a couple of biscuits!" Constantinople called out as he walked back into the room, jerking a thumb over his shoulder as soon as he saw the two red eyes locking onto him.

  The exorcist not wanting to be caught slacking by the thessian quickly offered an excuse for the lack of proper food as he said. "The kitchens closed by the way."

  "Clothes Constantinople?" Izime asked the exorcist, mind more focused on dressing properly after the purple woman had reminded him of his nearly bare butt under the covers. That and Psyis just standing so close was only highlighting that sensation of being partially nude which was only feeding into the loop of embarrassment.

  "Right, here's a bit of something before lock up," The exorcist nodded at this friend while giving Ret a bit of side-eye. The exorcist wondered just why he was being used as the gopher when there was a perfectly good Ret-Borg standing there doing nothing.

  Constantinople made a bit of a face as he'd personally asked once already for Ret to go and get Izime some clothes. Jim still didn't bother to complain, instead just lodging a mental ticket with the psychic as he left with a nod, "I'll be back with the jumper."

  Psyis watched as Izime quickly opened a few of the bags of snacks, stuffing his face. Looking up with his gaunt cheeks full, teal eyes glanced away as he brushed his hair behind his ear. The thessian watched as the AI blushed, chewing through the bits of cookies and chips that his friend had brought.

  Reaching out and taking a sip of the drink, Izime looked around the room as if avoiding her gaze. Psyis was unsure if it was the liquor or her that was causing the flush to spread across his chest as his teal eyes landed on Ret.

  She already knew the cyborg and Savior Orbital watchman a bit unsure of what to do with the man.

  The cyborg's two charges both seemed to be pleasantly enjoying their stay at the moment. Ret watching as another handful of chips were stuffed down and washed away with the exorcist's prized liquor.

  Izime's almost bashful nature around the psychic had Ret about to complain aloud to the two, Psyis speaking just a second sooner and ordering him off instead.

  "Do we not have rations?" Psyis huffed in disappointment as she turned towards the cyborg asking about some proper food for Izime.

  "I think he's fine Psyis." Ret-Borg sarcastically gestured towards Izime on the bed not quite willing to run around the station like Constantinople. The cyborg already felt a bit peeved at how their supposed prisoner was being treated without the alien complaining too.

  He'd not let Psyis try and sass him with another variation of he said no pickles'; Ret waved towards Izime and shot back, "Look at him chips and bourbon?"

  "Yeah, real good guys! Let's just pack the malnutrition'ed man full of junk food and alcohol." Psyis sassed back as she tried to put things into perspective for the mechanized man. The thessian hoped the hands that she'd put on her hips didn't come across as bossy and more as reprimanding and disappointed; this was not the meal she'd had in mind for Izime.

  "I am right here." Izime glanced up at the two heroes who were casting sparks in the air as they fumed over his treatment. The A.I. quickly grasped both sides of how the two seemed to feel and not caring a single bit.

  Deciding instead to try and speak up, and over the food in his mouth as the two heroes in the room started to fight over how they were treating their prisoner. Opening his mouth to share his opinion, one Izime quickly closed as Psyis turned on him now instead.

  "I know and you're not complaining either, I-" Psyis started in on Izime, snatching the snack from his hand and leaning in to brush at the crumbs on him. Glancing up irritated until she realized how familiar her tone had gotten. Close as well, Psyis only realized she'd acted out of character after seeing the surprise on Izime's face playing out in a sweep of red across his face.

  She quickly pulled away from him now and set the bag of chips she'd just snatched from his hands back down.

  Magenta washing her cheeks more than a bit now as well Psyis turned away far more comfortably in chastising Ret-Borg, "Go find some real food please, not just get distracted by the vending machines outside of the cafeteria. I don't care if it's something from the emergency rations in the vehicles."

  Ret-Borg nodded no longer arguing as he considered what Constantinople had just fed the man. Though that was Constantinople's usual attitude with his injured comrades, Jim had probably just wanted to give his friend a bunch of junk food as a get-well gift.

  The cyborg certainly did not consider the way Psyis was acting as he left the hospital room, that was a mess he wouldn't connect to through any firewall.

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  Looking down towards the cafeteria Ret took a different path instead just deciding to pull some rations from one of the vehicles in the bay. Dark Night could bill Miss Psyis later for using their supplies on a prisoner; that'd teach her to order him around.

  Back in the sterile room, Psyis stood quietly, slightly gobsmacked at just how she'd been acting. Jumping Ret over the food Constantinople had gotten and acting so defensively over Izime.

  She wasn't oblivious, Psyis knew where that attitude had come from; the place that anger had leaped from wasn't bad per se, just very complicated.

  Well intended at first, that little snap was the first sign that she needed to really start sorting her feelings on Izime quickly. The thessian knew she'd moved well past her cape and was starting to feel personally protective of Izime.

  She didn't need to ask why as the way was sitting in the bed quietly munching away with his pet bird, completely unaware of how complicated he made things.

  Cradle hopped a bit closer to the thessian watching as she directed the others to ensure that its bond was cared for properly. She was right the chips Izime was eating along with the oddly enchanted grain liquor weren't optimal for his recovery. The magic seemed to be aiding in restoring some of its bond's vitality, but food was best.

  The crowess still refused to provide anything on her own though so Cradle hopped over, making sure to carefully fan her scent away from Izime. Quickly hopping back as she reached down to pet its head nearly tainting it directly as Cradle narrowly avoided the attack.

  Not wanting to be touched by such a fickle female Cradle turned and returned to Izime's side, hopping just a few inches away

  "She'll get you food here in a minute Cradle." Izime brushed at Cradle's breast nudging the raven, watching as the larger flat black feathers split to reveal the nanite down underneath. Glad to once again have the true sense of touch and sight Izime enjoyed the moment as Cradle threaded its beak between his fingers, eyes closing gently and croaking softly.

  A bit curious as to why the bird was being so overly affectionate but happy to supply the attention.

  Cradle was so content in its nuzzling that it wasn't aware of the purple and blue hand that was delicately stroking its back.

  "How are you feeling now," Psyis asked, one finger poking beneath the black metal feathers as she asked Izime. Red eyes glanced about the bird and bed but not the owner of the other hand that was petting the bird, the bed's occupant. "Better than last night?"

  "I've had a remarkable recovery." Izime kept brushing at Cradle's cheeks, avoiding the occasional affectionate peck as well as the thessian's question Izime finally gave an answer, "Rumors of my death will sadly always be greatly exaggerated, though this was a closer call than normal."

  The bird fluffed itself occasionally as both sets of fingers intertwined briefly by intentional accident on both sides. Its wings kept blue and purple from mingling with peach pink as it fluttered and poofed itself further.

  "It's a normal thing for you?" Psyis decided to not touch on Izime's casual response; it wasn't her place to complain about how he felt. The Thessian instead spoke up on something that she did have a right to talk about.

  Psyis trying to approach opening up the topic of her and those complicated feelings about Izime like an adult, "It wasn't for me, it was surprisingly scary watching you almost die."

  "Maybe my fourth time will be the charm huh?" Izime chuckled trying to wash away the invitation for a more complicated conversation with his gallows humor and the offer of a favor.

  Nervously filing away the fact Psyis had even wanted to bring up this kind of talk while he closed the entire program she'd opened unnecessarily. The transactional A.I. trying to cut a deal with the psychic instead, "Once I'm back in business, I'll owe you one."

  "I didn't do all of this so you'd owe me Izime and we don't even know if you'll go back yet." Psyis pulled her hand back. A bit confused as Izime repeatedly dodged her attempts at initiating a more personal discussion.

  Every single time she tried to open that book Izime slammed it back shut, so instead Psyis skipped to the end. "Izime about last night..."

  Izime looked up mouth moving but unable to stop the thessian as she stormed onwards, the entire thing she wanted was so fucking complicated for him to even consider. Let alone answer right this second.

  That's why he'd wanted to put off even considering it for another thousand years or so!

  Blue cheeks puffing with purple, Psyis decided to dive in directly. Building all her courage to the point it'd dyed her skin, only to be stopped at the edge of no return, "If you wanted, we could go to the mo-"

  Red eyes looked up as the door to the medical bay was pushed open and her mouth was forced closed.

  "Not interrupting, am I?" The slightly shorter Constantinople looked between the two not bothering to stop at the door, well aware he was.

  The exorcist was intent on interrupting Izime before he'd swindled Psyis into the same kind of deal that only had Izime visiting him once every two years. Constantinople intending to keep doing so as well, until the chaotic-hearted thessian decided to stick to one side of the fence.

  "No, we-thanks for the jumper, Constantinople." Psyis felt the words die in her throat as the exorcist chastised her in his mind. Not arguing as this was the second time it'd been pointed out in less than ten minutes.

  Instead of continuing she just nodded toward the prison outfit in the exorcist's hands letting Constantinople take the lead.

  "Orange Classique" Constantinople let the jumpsuit unfurl, the legs smacking the white floor while the zipper jingled.

  The exorcist looked between the two who'd been fondling the raven as he joked, "I think that's what they call this color in France while I was in it; only the best for you Izzy. Now finish eating so we can get you down to holding, we don't want anyone thinking you're gonna pull a runner."

  Izime nodded pushing the hospital table away and stood to reach for the orange jumpsuit.

  Izime immediately regretted his decision as it'd given Psyis a full view of the diaper he was wearing. An unfortunate side-effect of being in a medically induced coma on life-support, at least someone had changed it recently.

  Izime quickly grew even more mortified as he imagined thanking Ret; reaching behind him Izime quickly ushered Psyis out of the room.

  Constantinople found himself shoved into the hall shortly after, looking over at the magenta that tinted the purple and blue cheeks; Psyis' pattern swapping about a bit quicker than normal.

  A smile formed even as complicated as he felt watching the two get along.

  The exorcist posed a quick question to the Thessian that smile not quite leaving despite his tone. "Just friends, right?"

  Constantinople walked backward until he was leaning against the wall in the hallway blue eyes never leaving red. His next question ended more as an accusation than an honest inquiry, "Nothing we need to talk about?"

  "No..I mean yea were just friends I-I," Psyis stumbled as she tried to honestly answer Constantinople's worries.

  The thessian failed as even she realized how flimsy her denial sounded, red eyes glancing back towards the room where Izime was changing as Psyis finally found an honest answer, "I don't know Constantinople, Izime makes it..."

  "Complicated I know." The exorcist nodded already well aware of just how influential Izime could feel in a life from personal experience. The salesman had easily lessened Constantinople's own workload with just a simple idea.

  Let alone what Psyis must feel, between the two's obvious chemistry and the way she'd literally dived into who Izime was. The woman not usually so easily read, but there were now very obvious signs. She'd been hooked by something she'd found or felt during those few days.

  The exorcist was already well aware of just how badly the road those hot feelings lead down could hurt. Constantinople having taken that drive many times. More than a few of those exes would sooner see him burning in hell than even speak to him again. The con-magician did not want that outcome or anything similar to happen to his two friends.

  "Especially seeing as you still have a thing with Steven, and you were just making eyes at my toaster." Constantinople voiced his own opinions on the issue.

  Trying to sternly police the emotions that seemed to fly between the two, "He just got out of a coma and doesn't need you dumping that in his lap, and he's certainly not going to be your bloody rebound for a Caulder."

  "No, I don't Constantinople that ended months a-" Psyis started to refute until her own voice came hauntingly from Constantinople's mind.

  His memory playing clearly the rejection from just a few days prior when she'd used the same excuse to refuse him. The words that hadn't left her mouth tasted like an even worse reason to backpedal on that choice now.

  The thessian furrowed her brows as the exorcist quickly staked his own claim over Izime instead.

  Psyis even found the guts to defend herself as she tried to keep some semblance of a chance on the table, "Toaster? Yours specifically now I guess seeing as you know how I feel. Izime wouldn't be a rebound from Steven Constantinople, I can be genuinely interested."

  "Just a few days ago you were too tied up to move on," Constantinople nodded not caring how Psyis felt about him stepping between the two.

  The exorcist hoped he could at least keep things in some kind of perspective that wasn't entirely rose-tinted. "So, yeah, my bloody toaster."

  "Don't get upset with me for saying now when you said it first," With a bit more bluntness than he'd intended the con-magician sat Psyis back on her heels.

  Shaking his head the exorcist gestured back towards the closed door where his friend was changing hoping she'd be understanding, "I introduced you two with the intention of putting that stupid idea in your heads."

  "All kinds of eggs came tumbling out of the cart Dark Night tipped, so yeah that's my bloody toaster until otherwise stated because this isn't over." Jim casually laid out all the things that made the situation complicated beyond just the chemistry between the two.

  "I invited him to drinks, I'm the one who gave both of you that push," Constantinople explained just why he felt so comfortable taking up that position, "What's worse is at the end I left thinking Dark would just forget about it. I already feel some kind of responsibility about anything that happens now, let alone between you two specifically."

  "Lass listen, I just want to know you're both thinking clearly and you genuinely care." Constantinople took a step back verbally not wanting Psyis to completely back-off Izime.

  "I knew my mate was interesting, but he deserves more than passing interest," Jim hoping that the thessian would understand what he meant with his next words, "Steven was interesting: an interesting choice for sure. Izime's not just a choice you get to make, you two deserve a lot more than something that's just interesting."

  "I just wanted t-" Psyis nodded enthusiastically trying to explain. She felt the emotions that were wrapped up in the exorcist's words as an appetizer.

  What he saw of them, those emotions that feeling of care being what she'd been trying to find.

  That's what she'd wanted, what she'd left Kansas for, what she couldn't grow within Steven. The exorcist only confirmed to the lone thessian that behind the door was a man who had a depth that could forge her bond.

  Taking a steadying breath Psyis slowed her nod as she saw Jim's shit-eating smile.

  Knowing his words and her reaction was all the evidence needed to prove she needed to slow down. Stepping back for just a moment was the healthier and correct choice. It was less selfish, and she could feel inside that Constantinople was right.

  It would be better for Izime, that time and space shared with her just being in. Psyis was confident that it was enough to open the door to the conversations he'd shut down. She could wait, even if it was still emotionally driven. Then she could try and open up both herself and Izime to this new possibility.

  The chance she'd been looking for, that something different would be worth the wait.

  "Let's take a breather OK, I'm not even the one who can really say no but I'm sure Izime needs one; he's going to take one regardless. Besides everything you think you feel, consider the whiplash he's feeling." Jim smiled giving Psyis a comforting rub on her arm.

  The thessian looked a bit like an alien who'd had their candy stolen.

  The exorcist took that calm moment to point out the more personal problems the two would face immediately. Quickly adding an addendum. "Factor in you wanting to snog a prisoner"

  Though it wouldn't be the first time a hero had been caught inter-mingling it was usually frowned upon. Frowning would be the least of it though, if it was Dark Squire who heard about it.

  The already volatile sidekick would certainly do more than break Izime's arm if he got wind that he was Psyis' new romantic interest.

  "I don't want to snog Izime." Psyis refuted immediately, though she did quickly look away as the image played through Constantinople's mind. Already feeling her cheeks tint a bit at the exorcist's vivid imagination, the idea of being caught kissing Izime bluing her out a bit.

  "Hey, Izzy obviously doesn't hate you which is surprising, and he's perfectly snoggable. I still think you'd do well which is why I'm not letting you two ruin this, just putting the brakes on for you both." Constantinople didn't bother pointing out how weak that refusal sounded.

  Just stating that Izime was so far as receptive towards her advances, hoping that was all the push she'd need to hold the course.

  The two could then keep trying to progress down that route. "That in there is a solid start considering everything that's happened, once he's out of the League's hands maybe then we step back in? I want to get him off the streets, we can do tha-"

  "Not interrupting something am I?" Ret-Borg asked as he rounded the corner, a few sealed packages in his arms. The tan utilitarian plastic made it obvious he'd found the M.R.E's.

  "Yeah Ret, ya bloody are but too late ah?" Jim didn't bother with lying to the walking spy satellite. The exorcist hoping that Miss Psyis' fellow League member would at least allow things to play out naturally, "Do us a favor and keep anything those sensors of yours picked up to yourself."

  "Give me a thousand pounds and I'll make sure Dark Squire never sees the footage of whatever I just missed in that room." Ret raised a brow, wrapping the orange jumpsuit around the meals he raised an arm.

  A small panel flicked open displaying what the cyborg had missed, Ret's chromed brows raising in mock surprise. "Oh, he would not like that."

  "Don't bloody push it, mate." Constantinople cursed even as he reached into his pocket hoping he still had some money left over.

  "Ret please." Psyis just looked at the half-man hoping he'd at least be more human than to blackmail her over this, let alone to put Izime in Dark Squire's path.

  "Here, like I needed the video footage to know or even this chat in the hallway." Ret shoved the handful of preserved meals still sealed in their plastic wrapping at the exorcist as he complained about Psyis' attack. "You cheap shot me over the man's pet bird."

  "I said I'd get you a buffer." Psyis tried to remind Ret of the reparations she'd offered before reiterating to the two she shared the hallway with, "And it's not like that we're just friends."

  The silence in the hallway dragged on for a moment as both the other heroes gave her a look so grating that Psyis spoke back up doubling down, "We're just friends I'm not attracted to Izime at all, what-so-ever got it."

  Psyis looked down knowing neither had believed her panicked flip decision, only ashamed she had been so painfully obvious as soon as Izime had been restored.

  "Mmm well Radiation Man's going to want a full explanation," Ret-Borg didn't bother with adding in his own two cents as it wasn't him, she'd need to convince. "See if you can get him to believe that."

  "He's here?" Asked Psyis, taking in a nervous breath as she looked down the hall towards the docking bay where Radiation Man would have landed. The psychic briefly wondering where the Zexxian had gone instead of Izime's room before deciding she'd find James later to talk.

  "In the viewing bay." Ret shook his head jerking his thumb over his shoulder not bothering to look down the hall as his handed down Radiation Man's orders, "Waiting on both of you and our newest prisoner now that he's awake."

  Ret tilted his head a bit, looking pointedly between the exorcist and the door to Izime's room. Hoping he made it clear that the exorcist should go check on his friend as the two actual League members needed to have a chat.

  "I'll see if he's dressed then." Constantinople nodded at Psyis and Ret, the cyborg seemed to want a moment to talk to the psychic alone. The exorcist giving a heavy sigh already dreading dealing with the boy-scout hero as he headed into the room where Izime was waiting, "Izzy?"

  Ret-Borg and Psyis stood waiting until Jim had walked away the door shutting, Ret finally speaking first.

  "I won't say anything." Ret-Borg tried to start the talk Psyis needed to have.

  James was essentially like Psyis' family so she would think he was the better option to talk to. He was stepping in now because he didn't think that the Kansas man would put a firm foot down. The cyborg wanted to quickly disarm the possible problem that the two could turn into.

  Despite his joking nature, Ret had zero interest in having a drama bomb of that magnitude released. Dark Squire and Miss Psyis' issues aside, it was a conflict of interest as a member of the League.

  The thessian already compromising herself just to join in the assault on the station. She didn't need to put 'emotionally' right beside it by trying to jump into a relationship with their current prisoner.

  The cyborg was not surprised by the childish refusal that came from her.

  "So, time to go see Ja-" The thessian quickly tried to change the subject. Psyis honestly thinking that it'd be easier to hear this from Radiation Man. It'd certainly be easier to explain at least, James always seemed more open to hearing the human side of the issues she had with dawning her cape.

  Psyis not surprised to find Ret-Borg not having any of it in comparison. The cyborg's metal arm reached out to stop her even though she'd yet to move. Psyis quietly wondered just how many other heroes would be pulling her off to the side like this.

  Thankfully none of them had tried doing anything really dumb. She might actually feel irritated if they started talking about Izime like a criminal or trying to push her back to Steven. At the moment their worry was understandable enough, both Constantinople's and Ret's so far.

  Just as long as the cyborg kept his issue with her and her possible attraction towards Izime on a professional level.

  Psyis did not want to catch grief for a crush she wasn't even sure she was having yet. Maybe she just cared a whole lot as a friend, or it was just a bit of odd tension and not actual chemistry.

  "You do though unless you want both Dark Squire and Dark Night going against you in the League." Ret cut Psyis off, not wanting any part of the potential drama that her choice could kick off.

  Firmly putting a metal foot down on the situation, hoping she'd at least listen to him as a neutral party, "Do this right Psyis, I don't want to see you kicked for having an obvious conflict of interest."

  Ret giving a nod of appreciation at the friendly and understanding smile Psyis offered him. The metal man glad that the thessian was willing to try and follow the barest guidelines for starting this kind of relationship.

  The cyborg decided quickly that he'd not feel one way or the other about whatever became of Steven and Psyis or this new potential match with Izime.

  Though the sounds of panic and the way the door to Izime's room came bursting open told Ret that this wouldn't be the last time this particular prisoner caused him problems.

  "Izzy? This isn't funny mate we had a deal!" Constantinople came bursting out of the apparently empty medical room. Jim's eyes wide as he turned towards Psyis, yelling out in explanation. "He's GONE!"