[Wait, why was anyone mad at this lady? She's so nice!

(He is really proud, thank you. She can also pick up it's mostly because he designed the original himself. Not... not this one, this one was made by an morally grey inter-dimensional DMV, but good luck sorting out those thoughts. But this suit? Based on his. Just a lot more supple, and with more adamantium in the blades.

Wade looks at her, lifts his arms in a shrug.] Yeah.

[Thanks for pointing it out so... succinctly. Wait, free food? No way, she really is nice. Surprisingly, Wade grabs a reasonable amount of crackers, pauses, then decides fuck it and rolls his mask up to cram some in his mouth. It's enough to show his skin's mottled and his lips are permanently desert-dry, but food is food and he hasn't stolen any quite yet.] Hey, I'm not some charity case! [He says, not getting his skin zip-zapped off his body and eating free crackers from a plate like she's the crazy but generous cat lady from next door.] This is a one-time thing. I'm not used to living out of a dead-end empty motel room.