With a sigh, Simon pops his neck- and gets to work.<br/><br/>"<strong>Excuse me.</strong>" he actually chuckles- getting up to his feet and taking a quick hop over the wedding seats and landing behind the intruder, "<strong>Excuse me.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Ryan, right?</strong>" he chuckles- a few feet back from the intruder and not trying to take too much attention from the husband and wife. "<strong>Here's the thing. This is a wedding between mutants. There hasn't been one of these that hasn't been interrupted by weirdness since the last century- and there's probably enough powered individuals here to make Apocalypse wet himself. So why don't you take your pigsticker outta here before ya get squished.</strong>" he makes plain.