[Is this asshole still following him? A shame he doesn't have his weapons-- it's hard to talk or do much of anything when you've suddenly got several more holes than what nature intended. Wade rolls his eyes as the man catches up to him, and if his voice sounds rather abrasive for a dude who just woke up in a hospital, that's just his usual charming self coming to the forefront.]

What, you want an autograph or somethin'? The hell was I supposed to do, lie around and wait for some Doogie Howser motherfucker to stick tubes and whatnot up my hows-yer-father? No thanks. Had enough of that for several lifetimes, if I gotta be honest with ya.