All the metal in the room rose, defensive, as Magnus watched the ghosts gathering. He sent objects zooming through them to no avail. Whenever he hit one it would simply disappear and another took its place. Irritating. He was far too preoccupied with these incorporeal foes to pay any attention to his daughter-in-law or her blathering exposition. This was a fight, not science class. It wasn't until the shield ghost inflated that Magnus started paying attention and, even if he could do anything to stop what happened next, it was far too late to improvise.
He doubled over with the pain, trying to fight it, aware that it wasn't his pain. This was all in his head (how reminiscent of the old days with Xavier), or rather, in his new makeshift 'soul'. "Whore," he hissed at her, more angry at himself at being bested than at the girl, but it was easy to blame her. Working through the pain, sent several metal objects flying at her head, with the convection toaster oven coming in from behind.