Vertigo didn't notice Remy putting his hand inside his coat. If she had, she would have shot that hand right off. Unfortunately for her, she was too busy liking the fact that Remy looked ill. "Petty? Is it really?" Another jolt of her powers was sent to him, Remy always seeming more resistant than a lot of other people. She wanted him vomiting and unconscious. She wanted him so dizzy that he fainted. But no, the son of a bitch had a strong constitution. "I don't think it's petty, Remy."