Ororo's patience was wearing thin and it was more than obvious with the way she looked at Deadpool now. "So for a week you knew these people were coming and your conscience just kicked in at the last minute. Forgive me for being suspicious," she added with sarcasm, "but how are we to know you're not still part of their team? You come in here with guns blazing, making yourself look pretty damn good for helping us out, yet you're still hiding behind a mask and ridiculous glib statements."
Her brow furrowed as she left Kitty's side to stand beside Hank, arms folded across her chest. "So far you haven't given us a lot of reason to trust you. How about giving us something real?" His actual name would work nicely, as would removing the mask, but Ororo didn't hold her breath. This night had gone on too long and she was done with the silly speeches. There was still a lot she would have to do before she could sleep tonight, if she'd even be able to sleep at all.
To Hank, she added, "He was wounded on his shoulder while helping Paige and me up on the roof. I brought him down so you could take a look at him." The real test would come when Deadpool decided weather or not to let Hank help him, or if he decided to offer up any real answers.