"Nein," Kurt replied to the woman, Bobbi, with a frown and a shake of his head. He dropped back to the ground with a hopeless shrug. The vent was sealed surprisingly tightly and there seemed little to no chance of prying it off and, even if that worked, there was still a matter of fitting inside and hoping the ventilation shafts actually led to freedom. Suffocating or starving to death trapped in a small space was, in Kurt's humble opinion, a far worse fate even than being shot in the head.
He joined the pair near the door, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, not bothering to offer his hand (though he found the automatic polite gesture from Bobbi given the situation grimly amusing) because he thought it's strange appearance might just make everyone even more uncomfortable. The boy's questions surprised him somewhat but perhaps this was just his natural response to the trauma and since chatter was still a better option than panic, Kurt chose to humor him. "I am Kurt Wagner," he began in introduction, and stopped himself before he could say his habitual but in the Munich Circus. "I am a teacher at a school for gifted students." Best, perhaps, to leave it at that. No need to name Xavier or put any of the students in danger if, as the boy suggested, this truly was the work of an organization that targeted those with special abilities.