"Do dey have... cigarettes in any store? Because... Gambit's gettin' low," Remy replied from his lean against the nearest wall, panting from the hopping as well. He looked up up to the rip in the sky as well and sighed. "Apparently dat's too far away for me to glare into exploding. Because dat's our luck." He took a breath and worked on flexing his hands to focus and center. Much longer of this and he'd be happy to beat someone with his own hands and out-blunt Logan himself.