Kurt nodded to the group as they decided what to do with her. "Not a bad choice," he said to Ryu, sending a quick glance to the girl named Charlotte. "Better to make allies than enemies, I guess." Still, he didn't care much; he just need some rest from transforming. Making his way to the ladder, he slid down it, not bothering to climb the steps.

He looked around at the cubicle. Or should he say, their new home. He was living with these maniacs? Seemed strange, but he just shrugged off his concern. "You guys do whatever, as long as you don't bother me." With a small mutter of words, he trudged over to the lounging area, flopping down on the couch like he suddenly passed out. He had blindly passed the medical kit, not bothering to patch up his wounds.

He couldn't sleep, though. His wounds stung every time he moved on the couch, and his stomach growled when he smelled one lets being made. He flipped over to lay on his back, an arm covering his eyes from everything. He resisted the urge to get up and go see who was cooking it. Exhaustion overcame him, but he still couldn't fall into a blissful sleep.