Never Leave your A.I. Unattended

"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 already well aware of just how badly the road those hot feeling 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 not wanting 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 Blane."

"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 where she'd used the same excuse to refuse him. The words that hadn't left her mouth tasting like an even worse reason to backpedal on that choice now.

 The thessian furrowing her own brows as the exorcist staked his own claim.

Psyis even finding 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 hoping he could at least keep things in some kind of perspective that wasn't entirely rose tinted. "So, yea, my bloody toaster."

"Don't get upset with me for saying no 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 changin 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 yea that's my bloody toaster until otherwise stated because this isn't over." Jim casually laying 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 explaining 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 responsible 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 lot more just than 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 to, what she'd left Kansas for, what she couldn't grow within Steven.

The exorcist only confirming 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 were 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 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 looking a bit like an alien who'd had their candy stolen.

The exorcist taking that calm moment to point out the more personal problem's the two would face immediately. Quickly adding an addendum. "Factor in you're 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 blow a fuse or a flip a whole breaker if he got wind of Psyis new 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.

"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 Leagues 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 making 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 and arm.

A small panel flicking 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 dragging on for a moment.

Both the other heroes giving 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."

"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 tilting 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.

"I won't say anything." Ret-Borg tried to start the talk Psyis needed to have. The cyborg not surprised by the childish refusal that came from her.

James was essentially like Psyis' family so she would think he was the better option to talk to. Ret stepping in now because he didn't think that the Kansas man would but a firm foot down. The cyborg wanting 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 in joining 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.

"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 cyborgs metal arm reaching out to stop her even though she'd yet to move. Psyis quietly wondering 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 possible attraction towards Izime on a professional level.

Psyis not wanting 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 deciding 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. Eyes wide as he turned towards Psyis, yelling out in explanation. "He's GONE!"