"Merci beaucoup, mon ami," Remy replied and caught the cards. The new ammo was a blessing, but fatigue and sheer nubmers would be a problem for the home team soon enough. One Skrull got too close, shrieking and aiming it's rifle at him. He grabbed the rifle and charged it, letting it blow in the owner's hands. "As if I don' enjoy a cherie's company for the pleasure of it alone," Remy scoffed at Logan, spinning the bo to clip some faces and gain breathing space. "You need to join de 21st century et more modern gender politics, cave-man. She certainly smells better than you, at de least."