"Buddy over there" had a name, which was Kurt, which he'd told Mr. Hammer several times but maybe the man was too preoccupied to remember, so he wasn't going to remind him again or feel particularly annoyed by it. Someone forgetting your name was the last of your worries when you were imprisoned, your powers suppressed and you had to fumble through pretending to be a blood thirsty monster with three lives on the line. He knew what it was like to be seen as a monster, but not to have to actually be one and although he'd been a performer in the circus he'd never had anyone's life depending on how convincing his acting was. It was nerve wracking, worse even than any kind of mission or heroics he'd ever had to do with the X-Men.
"I cannot teleport if I do not know where I am going," he informed them apologetically. "We could reappear in a rock wall or somewhere worse. I suppose it is something we can try as a very last resort but I don't like the uncertainty." Though they really were reaching last resort already and uncertainty was the only sure thing they had anymore. Kurt frowned, wondering again why Magneto had even brought him here in the first place. It was a baffling and infuriating mystery.