Magnus turned to look and seemed more mildly annoyed than especially perturbed. He sighed and gestured to the woman and to Justin. "Come along then, we're obviously running short on time." The man in the doorway wasn't lost on Magneto but he ignored him, realizing immediately that he posed no threat at all- especially in the face of the hoard of rotted monsters.
He swept past Hammer and paused in the doorway to glance back at them, knowing that the woman, at least, might stall. He, for one, wasn't going to wait around to deal with the undead rabble. That was a waste of time and effort that could be better spent elsewhere. "You've got three options. Two of them mean death. Refusing and staying here to be eaten by those things, refusing and having me kill you or coming with me and surviving. It's your decision."