Confident, gorgeous, and witty--Deadpool's type of woman. Delighted by her response, Deadpool also took a step closer, grinning under his mask. "Anything you want, buttercup." The dying creature thrashed and snapped its teeth at her when she approached, narrowly missing because Deadpool pulled it out of the way by means of its tail. "Careful, he bites. I'd been calling him Pretty Please With Whipped Cream and a Cherry on Top. Ppwwcct for short." The dying alien thrashed again. Deadpool kicked it. "So, you come here often?"