"Indeed," he mused, thinking not on her words but on something they'd reminded him of. Perhaps he wouldn't be so readily recognizable without his helmet and she could always take another form. With Xavier away from his mansion there was little to fear from any strong psychic assault and he'd had that helmet made specifically because of Xavier in the first place; he would leave it behind.
"Perhaps you should take another form to start with," he suggested. "And I'll just go as I am. I don't think many of the X-Men have seen me since I-" He gestured vaguely at himself. "Grew young again." Magnus fell silent as their teleporter arrived, looking nervous. Probably fearful of another far trip into the city ravaged by the undead.