Maggy Land - Late

Magtok leans back in his seat, but otherwise makes no other effort to 'get comfortable.' No asking the man for a drink (gods know he isn't stupid enough to accept food or drink in a situation like this), no asking for the AC to be toned down, nothing. He only ceases his cold, suspicious glare for a moment, to try to peer out the window and determine which direction they're headed. He's not too worried about where he might end up, though. Worst case scenario, Needs would drop everything to rescue us, right?

"So how much are you prepared to tell me before we get where we're going?" Magtok asks, arms folded together in his lap.