When Wade hears the gruff voice, it's not one that he recognizes. His mind and body are firmly at some point in the distant past. It's a voice that will become very recognizable in his future, and ironically it is the voice of a person whose DNA will change the course of his life forever (well, already has, but timey wimey carousel stuff), but for now...it's just a passerby who doesn't know him or what's going on.

He huffs a bitter laugh at the words. This guy probably just thinks he's sick on carnival food. If only.

"The food here'll kill ya." He coughs up some blood and winces. "Literally. I blame the churros. Who can I sue here? The churros give you cancer. That has to be a sue-able offense, right?"