To get a better look, Kurt had crawled half way down the stone pillar, his two-fingered hands clinging to its surface easily, his tail helping him to balance; he rather looked like a large, blue squirrel, climbing down a tree.
"Wow." As a performer himself, Kurt appreciated the theatrics that Regan showed; it was women like her that made him second guess his entrance into the priesthood. Nice legs. "I'm Kurt Wagner," he replied, snapping out of it, his voice revealing a bit of dramatic flair. "They call me Nightcrawler. Ja, I think Professor X would like to meet you."