A violet haired mutant looks more impressed and surprised than offended or threatened by the display, and easily slides into the chair opposite him.

“That's a neat trick.” Betsy's British accent is very much hers, even if this body technically isn't. “Am I biased as hell? Yes.” She smirks slightly, pausing for a moment.

“Just knives, or can you do—?” Her own purple psionic energy shapes into claws like Wolverine's, then a pair of batons, and finally a sai, before she stops. She wants him to show off, not her.