Kurt was in rather a predicament at the moment and he could see no easy way out of it. He had been, up until the moment when all hell broke loose, at the edge of Time Square in the shadow of a building watching as the ball dropped. Now he was pressed against a brick wall by a press of panicked bodies, all trying to escape the metal behemoth and the destructive mechanical army behind it.
Of course Kurt intended to help, but his options for getting into the fray were limited. He couldn't teleport over the crowd- there were other heroes stepping up into action and he didn't want to catch a stray bullet (or several) from any government personnel or military on the scene. He also couldn't teleport directly onto the robot itself for fear of what it might do. What he needed was a high vantage point for a better view of the situation before he just went jumping into- or, in this case, onto- danger.
The solution came to him when he glanced up and noticed an empty balcony on the next building. He teleported with a loud bamf and breathed a sigh of relief to be away from the sea of bodies below. He looked up again and found another perch on the next building and a moment later, he was there. Kurt kept teleporting from building to building, up and up. To a balcony where a little dog barked raucously at him, then into an apartment with bright windows where he startled a family gathered in their kitchen. Next to another empty balcony, up to a ledge, then to a low rooftop, up into an empty living room and finally up again into another apartment where he found himself face to face with a blonde woman.
"Bitte- excuse me, sorry," he said immediately. There was no time for lengthy explanation or apology. He turned to look out the window to find his next destination only to realize he'd reached nearly the top of this very tall building and that the one beside it was actually lower. He turned back to the woman with a rueful expression to ask, "Ah, apologies, but is there a stairway up to the roof?"