Moe shivered, a chill running through her spine unexpectedly. She looked around, nervous about what had caused the sudden streak of coldness. It was cooler inside than outside, but not that cold. She leaned over briefly, feeling the floor. It was in fact colder than the air, and her shoes had probably picked up on it, passing through her as a result of her learning. Standing straight again, Moe pressed her lips togeter. She hadn't realised it before, but she probably looked odd, suddenly touching the floor for no apparent reason. She crossed her arms again, tapping her fingers against her elbow.
"Right, it's a near dead deadpool. We've all heard the stories. He's startin' to freak me out, you sure he's alive? I mean whats that stuff he's in? Wouldn't he drown? I know regeneration an' all, but he'd have to react somehow by now." She stopped, once again pressing her lips together. She was rambling, something she did when she got tired.