"Of course I speak English," Kurt said trying to calm himself as the boy became more frantic. He noticed the way the woman was looking at him, such distrust, and it irritated him as much as her demand did. "What do you think I've been trying to do, frau? They've blocked my teleportation, I can't get out." He met her suspicious look with a glare and frowned at just how well she handled that weapon. The way she'd checked the body was unnerving, too, like perhaps she'd seen things like this before. Nothing was to say she didn't have some hand in all of this. At the very least he'd decided she might prove to be a very real threat that he didn't care to be locked up in a room with.
Kurt hadn't thought much of the boy (too panicky, not helpful, but at least not threatening) until he heard the woman's exclamation. "What is the question?" he asked and moved to the young man's other side to have a look. He didn't like this at all. "Are you sure it's twelve?" he asked sharply, meeting the woman's gaze. "It could mean, which month only has twenty-eight days. Wouldn't that just be February?" Now he could at least understand a measure of the boy's panic, this sounded like a trick question.