One moment he had been meditating after a work out to discover his youthful body's physical limits... Now he was on the Millennium Falcon.
He blinked. Blinked again. Then just made a heavy huff in his chest, pinching the bridge of his nose. He listened to the rant from the only adult in the cockpit, nodding slowly in agreement, even as he noted he was, indeed, wearing a Han Solo outfit. "Correct," he said in his slightly accented tenor. "The fool cannot even get the facts straight."
He looked to the side at the others. There was a little bit of surprise on his face, hand drawing back from his face as he blinked at Wanda. Surely that was...? He focused... which was now a task, brow pinching. The energy was hers. He remembered how dizzying it had been during the major spell they had conducted together not too long ago, having been surrounded by that powerful aura. It was somewhat different now, but the young woman was certainly the Scarlet Witch.
The hairs lift on the back of his neck as his senses picked up others. Victor turned the chair to scrutinize the man in the headband. And then the other two. The magic auras were vastly different, but that taint in the adult man was especially disturbing. He hid it well by keeping his face an irritated glower.
But they were in a situation. He would have to focus on that later. Even as a teenager, he had very good task managing skills. "Let us move to the smuggler compartments." He left his seat and walked resolutely.