"Goodnight." She was pretty sweet, actually. She didn't have red hair or have a sonic-booming voice, but she could definitely grow on him. It was one of Deadpool's sweeter habits- watching women sleep- even though it was pretty high up there on the creepy list of things to do. Then again, this was Deadpool we were talking about so creepy should go without saying.
He watched her and kept a general guard of the room. That Drake guy was sniffing about and he had technically talked to him already. After a few hours, he drifted off while keeping in a sitting up position with his head pointed towards Abigail.