Vertigo scowled and smacked the butt of the gun against Remy's jaw. "Shut up!" she shrieked. "Just shut up!" He was hitting too close to home for her, he was saying just the things she didn't want to hear. And then the situation was pretty obvious. She was afraid. Maybe she wanted out, but she couldn't get out. She'd been in the same cycle since she was a teenager----the way to power was by making herself invaluable to a man, and he'd give her things. The theory was, she'd overtake him and climb upward herself, but that never worked. That never happened. Whether it was Essex or Magneto, she would always be kept down, and she couldn't find a way to make a name for herself and gain power on her own. And Remy's rhetoric just called forth all of her fears and all her angry frustrations.
She hit him as hard as she could, not bothering with her powers, slamming her hand against his chest despite his armor. "Don't laugh at me!" And she jammed her knee into his groin.