Kurt's head whirled around as he tried to get up on wobbly legs, gripping the hand railing to keep himself upright. He was still half drugged but the utter ridiculousness of the situation and the speed at which he had been forced into it was helping with that. He just stares at the strange man who is scanning him with lights in a room he has no idea how they got into. A room that kept moving around every time he took a step and he was pretty sure it wasn't just his balance acting up.
Kurt makes a sound that's almost a laugh, certain that he had gone mad at this point. Why else would this person be speaking perfect German at him and trying to rescue him? It was all completely mad.