["Whatever this is" is probably the most accurate description someone else has had of Wade so far. Also, it's a wardrobe malfunction. The malfunction being that... it got a little singed. It's fine. The TVA should've prepped for this.

(That's ignoring the the rest of the state of his suit, which is covered in what clearly looks like claw marks and holes, including several directly in the top of his head where the Wolverine stabbed him. Multiple times. It's also, definitely, stinking with the smell of old blood and sweat. And maybe cancer, if Alucard has doggy senses.)

Wade keeps staring at his hair. It might be hard to tell through the mask that it's a kind of lustful gaze, but maybe the vibes in the air have shifted enough.]

Ooh, no way am I sewing this thing back up from scratch. I'd rather go with patchwork if there's no better option. [He puts a hand on his hip, looking this Fabio motherfucker over.] What're you, anyway? A ghost tailor?

[You can't blame him. Look how pale that beauty is!]