Well, you're in a bar called Ten Forward but I doubt you mean that.

[ Magneto's voice is well worn, in that 'vaguely European but damned if I can place it' way. He's relaxed his iron grip on his accent as he relaxes, even if there's enough traces to suggest English isn't his first language. ]

Otherwise there's a plate of something sticky about three inches away from your hand, at your seven o'clock on that table top, I don't suggest touching it. And you're...on a ship, it's a bit difficult to explain.

[ Magneto's moving closer - his voice is getting closer - but he's walking silently. He's not trying to, it's just habit. ]

I can explain it, at least some of it, if you'd like.