Kevin was a bit mild mannered to be part of the Brotherhood. On the quiet side, holding down the proverbial 9-to-5, and not the least bit a sociopath like so many of the others. It was a bit strange. It also made him an excellent target for some friendly ribbing. If it actually went anywhere, well, then Kurt would take the matchmaking credit.
"No doubt. She's been a good soldier." Kurt was almost laughing. It was clear he'd caught Kevin off his guard. But now he was stuck. He'd chosen Anna mostly for the pun of calling the girl with blazing fingers a "spitfire." Of course, the heat was also something she had in common with Kevin. Related abilities. Maybe the were related, somehow. Best not to think about it.
"Well, alright. Maybe not her." He shrugged. "Just think she might loosen you up a bit, man. I know I get wrapped up in these," he tapped some pamphlets he had absentmindedly set on the edge of their table for passers by, "but you seem a little up tight. No offense."
The pamphlets. Kevin worked in design, didn't he? Why hadn't Kurt tapped into him yet for a hand? If the conversation continued to flounder, he'd bring it up.