"I feel real educated and like, uhhh....enlightened?" Saxsice glances towards her fading reflection, who just sort of shrugs helplessly. She has no contribution re: vocabulary. "Yeah, sure, enlightened. Good job, man."

Said reflection also just shrugs at the question. Maybe she's smart, but she's a mute mirror-lady, too. Saxsice waves her younger self away, though she pauses to add: "Yeah, younger me, you are totally into boobs too, cause you're equal opportunity and uhhhh, that pan thing. That thing where you like pans, but they're a metaphor?" She shrugs herself, looking back at Deadpool. "Whatever that's called. And are you sayin' we should find more teenagers who need reassurance by flashin' them? Cause I'm game if you are."

Then she leans back, giving his unmasked face a thoughtful look. "Is...Freddy your secret identity? Kinda bland, but you do you. And nah, if I didn't have super healin' powers with the werewolf thing, I'd have terrible acne scars too. Real pizza face as a kid. Never even heard'a witch hazel."