“I did,” he answered, unimpressed by Namor’s entrance. He tossed the little electronic energy scanner to the king of Atlantis and crossed his arms. “Be quick about it, I don’t care to be here any longer than necessary.” He still didn’t know what Namor expected to find here and he didn’t care to waste the entire day finding out. “If Doom launches an attack, do not expect me to help you,” he added mulishly because he was the one who’d been waiting out here in the cold and he was the one who brought the vital equipment that Namor apparently couldn’t get for himself.
The pair began to trudge through the storm towards Latveria. Flying was a possibility but with this blizzard, Magneto didn’t think they’d be able to see much and could easily lose their way. The ground was the safer if not the slower option in this case. The storm could have been a blessing in disguise- it would allowed them the element of surprise coming up on Latveria assuming Doom hadn’t already realized they were there.