Lydia might've been more intimidated if she wasn't still angry and annoyed. The only reason she worries about his reaction at all, is because she's aware Deadpool kind of is a lose cannon. Her arms are crossing over her chest (and over Betel-Po, who latches on tightly and tries to calm her some).

"Lyds, easy there kupo! We'll figure this out!" Patting her arm and the striped moogle is making sure his grip is tight as she huffs.

"Coherent and reasonable answers didn't seem too much to ask for to me." All teenage-affronted dignity there. An eyebrow raises at Deadmoog. "Which part is he right about?"