Petey managed to land hairballs right on things she liked. Like engines, and notebooks, and t-shirts. If he weren't dim, she'd think he was secretly evil and doing it on purpose.

She lifted a shoulder again. "It's ... I told you about it already. I pulled a gun out and I pointed it at your boss. The evil one. I was gonna shoot him, but I didn't. Deadpool said that's what matters, that I didn't. And he's a bad guy, anyway, so it's not like ..."

Not like she had been considering murdering him, or anything. Okay.