Moe flinched away from the tank when Deadpool tapped against the glass. she stood behind behind the rest, knowing how spontaneous the man could be. the last thing she wanted was to be learning about what went on in his head. she watched on with a quiet impatience. He was alive, what wounds he did have wouldn't have been the worst he's been through, seeing some of the stories that seemed to crop up. despite her jumpy behaviour the in the near past, Moe didn't move when deadpool stood stark naked in front of them. while she'd prefer if he had some form of clothes on, Moe had already seen that and worse when accidentally bumping into someone on the street. all she wanted to do was get some sleep and go back home to her normal life, without the multitude of mutants around her. she was used to life like that.