Maximilien is walking down the hall when there's a sudden and abrupt flying chair. Curious. Oh then a glass. He stands there with his arms folded waiting for the inevitable phone and table and lamp and maybe even a couch if someone was really feeling up to it.

It sounds like the rest of the chaos is directed inwards so he chances a glance inside, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

The voice is soft and modulated, almost musical, and when Number 6 turns to look at him he'll be greeted by an entirely metal man with glowing red eyes wearing a suit worth more than most cars.

"Has no one told you that this will all rectify itself as soon as you leave? Though I suppose that's for the best if you wish to do this again."