"Oh really? Like making goo-goo eyes at that Sabertooth from the Age of Apocalypse planet?"
I could see her recoil. "W-what?"
Perhaps I went too far. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. I suppose I'm still on edge from all the excitement of the last few weeks."
"You're date didn't go well, huh?" she asked in an almost gloating way.
"Actually I had a wonderful time with Erifia. At least when crazed homicidal bounty hunters weren't shooting missiles at us."
"You mean there's a price on your head?" Now I saw dollar signs lighting up in her eyes.
The thing about Blink is, she's not from our world. She's a mutant from a parallel Earth. Her counterpart here on our planet died awhile ago. While she does seem to be an ally, there is also something rather . . practical about her. I could feel the wheels turning her mind.
"You aren't thinking of collecting, are you?" I asked, half joking.
"You're the telepath. You tell me."
We both smiled at each other in that plasticky way that people who don't quite trust each other do. If I told her who had put the bounty there is definitely a chance, say 10%, that she would have teleported us right there, instead of back to the school. 20%.
As it is, we arrived safe and sound back in Westchester. The rest of her Exiles team was down in the dining hall enjoying a hot meal. I must say, everything seemed very peaceful and quiet. Just the way I like it.