"Woah, woah, woah!" Klaus throws himself back against the wall of the bunk like this isn't the first time that someone's taken an abrupt swing at him (it isn't), but he just isn't quick enough to avoid having the other man grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him close.

"Jesus!" He puts his hands up to protect his face (because a man has to have priorities) for several seconds before he realizes that Fenris isn't going to just start beating the shit out of him. That's ... something, at least. He lowers his hands tentatively, really wishing that the other man's body wasn't suddenly alight with blue, and takes a breath.

Okay, now that he's sure he's not in any immediate danger, he fixes his gaze steadily on Fenris's face. "Look, man. My name is Klaus Hargreeves, I'm from the grand old US of A, and even though I'm the first one to admit I'm fucking nuts, knocking myself out and locking myself in a moving vehicle with an apparently magical dude? NOT something even I would do."