Wanda pointedly avoided looking at the creature and instead kept her attention on Deadpool. It wasn't quite as horrifying as living corpses or hallucinations, but certainly it could serve as new fodder for nightmares. Best to keep it out of sight, out of mind, and out of her dreams. Far easier to smirk, bemused, at Deadpool. All right, he was a little manic, a little strange. But he was entertaining and that red and black costume fit him rather nicely.
"Oh, all the time," Wanda answered flippantly, with a little shrug as if they were two strangers chatting in a club, "Can't you see it's just absolutely the place to be? Obviously, anyone, whose anyone is here." She dropped her voice to a feigned awestruck stage whisper as she pointed at the scientist who was gathering up tools with which to dissect Deadpool's hostage. "Do you know who that is? He's Stanley. Only the greatest scientist who ever rocked the universe." Wanda laughed as Stanley coughed and glared at her. It had been sometime since she'd been quite so playfully flirtatious. What a strange situation for it happen in.