Oh, weakness, she'd heard it in that laughter. She saw it in raising palms and in the stall tactics. Arms fell uncrossed and she leaned over, dropping that heavy coat to the ground, no sense holding on to it at the moment. Hands found home on her hips, clearly growing impatient with the mutant standing in front of her.
"You happen to be the third person to tell me that," she canted her head a little and gave a small, thoughtful smile. She wasn't good at manipulation like you, Remy. With this girl, what you saw was what you got; so, when her lips quirked into that thoughtful smile you knew she was really considering what you said. Though, after a few moments her features hardened again. "Though, ain't none of 'em known my name before."
The French had left her unphased, she didn't care what the other mutant had to say outside of 'OK, I'll send you home,' and since she hadn't heard that yet her own heavy boots were taking this moment to close up a bit of the gap between she and the other man. He was sort of good looking, wasn't he? Rugged, sort of. Probably quite the charmer when he wasn't kidnapping people.
"You're workin' on makin' this hard on yourself," she warned with a far from friendly smile.