Wanda listened patiently through his spiel about hats. Yes, this one was definitely not quite all there. When he turned the subject back to food she took another glance at Stanley- he seemed to be getting on just fine and if the thing wasn't dead by now then truly Stanley deserved whatever he got. "Come on," she beckoned to Deadpool and led him from the room and down a hallway to the habitation deck's kitchen. There had been some food left from the station's previous inhabitants but Fury had ordered it destroyed in case it was contaminated and now all the cabinets were filled with the rations they'd brought themselves for the journey. "Here we are," she murmured and dropped into a chair at the room's table.