"Es geht." The smile flickered again on his lips, less hesitant than before. Resolve now, he stuck to German when he could and spoke English only when entirely necessary, rewarded by the contentment radiating from Wagner at the ability to be understood and speak in his native language, as well as the revelation of his oddly striking face. "Ich brauche eure Hilfe, Herr Wagner, for more than a tour, I'm afraid."
Pushing a few errant strands of hair nearly black as soot, without the gray and silver he'd grudgingly grown used to, back behind his ear, he paused. This was not merely for effect, as the tried to remember some words in German that had long fled his mind, and gave up, though it would have been the effort of mere moments to have Kurt convinced that Jason was speaking German as fluently as someone born there.
"As much as I appreciate the hospitality of the school, I am uncomfortable without any resources at my fingertips. I suspect that this dimension's version of myself, just as I would, has stashed funds and supplies all over the world, and unless I miss my guess some of those supplies are very close at hand. I would like your help retrieving some of them, so as not to be entirely beholden to the X-Men, much as I am grateful, and at the moment, welcome here." His gaze slid back to the other man, and the smile was true, for only a heartbeat, like the sun coming up over the horizon it lit his face with a glow unfamiliar to his features. "If you would, that is. I don't want to impose."