Dinah had popcorn and a sugar-buddy, who also had his own popcorn. And she had soda and drinks for her cabin-mates, if they wanted to join in, and phone at the ready.
"So yeah, my necklace turned into a clone of my sister. But nowhere near like your Uniform."
[for
Kinda.
"My uniform kinda looked like someone I work with back home. I think. I didn't stick around long enough to see him take off his helmet once Deadpool's swords showed up last night."
And more sane.
"You dreamt it? Is he okay?"
Order of priorities. Make sure everyone is alright, first.
"It's what friends do," he agreed with a small nod. "Watching the people you're in it alongside fall isn't easy. I think he would have appreciated the sentiment, if you had been able to get there."
"Hiya." She gave Dinah a small wave and flopped on the couch. "Pffffffffffffffffffffft." It was quite the sound of an air-mattress deflating, but...