As soon as Kurt realizes who has come to his rescue, the sound of his relief is loud enough to be audible from the other side of the room. He steps closer to the bars, his outline becoming more obvious as he moves into the relative light. His tail is a riot of motion behind him, he's dirty and ragged, but he's still smiling as she gets closer. "Trista. How have you gotten in? Are you all right? How are the others? I hear fighting--"
He looks back to Trista as the guard approaches, expression grim. His head shakes. "Not many. Once they got me in here, they did...something. I am honestly not sure what, magic was never my strong suit. But I cannot bamf, as you might have guessed. Behind bars and unable to escape, I was little threat to them, I think."