"You're lying. More than normal." Which has her giving him a look with raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes that is largely obscured with her mirrored mask. Jennifer might not be Deadpool's nearest or dearest, but she knows enough to recognize that.

His freak out over the secret helps her out in putting the peices together. She almost mentions him liking the mask out loud, but something bruised in her says leave it alone. There's no harm in letting him be pretty for a while. She understands wanting that. After all, she had wanted to be a green goddess for years.

"I haven't smashed anything here yet," she answers candidly, still buzzed and willing to lean into feeling good. "I don't really want to. The kool aid is kind of nice."