Kurt was the last to get out, barely looking like himself with the image inducer on. He looked incredibly tall, thanks to the fact that he was actually standing upright instead of crouching like he normally did. He adjusted his sleeves and came around the side of the car to the others. He'd been there the most recently----he was there most of the time, helping where he could. He and Father Zeckhausen were very close.
"That section there----" He pointed with two fingers----or, what looked like two fingers. Underneath the image inducer it was only one. "Is still collapsed, obviously. There's scaffolding that you will need to watch out for, and not all of the roof is in place yet in the sanctuary, but there's tarp..." He chuckled a little. A bit sadly. "Father Zeckhausen is in our side, this is a safe place or mutants. We are..." He took a moment to bask in the wording.
"We are not freaks or abominations. We are gifts from God." He smiled. "We are living in an age of miracles----and we're the miracles."