Her corpse was the first thing Kurt saw when he came to, curled up on his side on the cold tile floor. His first fuzzy thoughts were to wonder where he was and who that woman was on the floor. The answers came to him slowly and he groaned and sat up and made the sign of the cross over his chest.
"Vater unser im Himmel, geheiligt werde dein Name; dein Reich komme; dein Wille geschehe, wie im Himmel so auf Erden," he began the Lord's Prayer in a mumble, feeling dejected and hopeless. Miss Bobbi, for all he barely knew her, deserved something said over her body after this senseless death. So had Steve Rogers but they'd all been too busy worrying about their own lives to spare a moment to grieve for his. Now, Kurt realized, their own lives didn't much matter. They'd given the right answer, after all. He was too afraid to look around for the boy, for another body, there was only so much he could take at once.
"Unser tägliches Brot gib uns heute. Und vergib uns unsere Schuld, wie auch wir vergeben unsern Schuldigern; und führe uns nicht in Versuchung, sondern erlöse uns von dem Bösen. Denn dein ist das Reich und die Kraft und die Herrlichkeit in Ewigkeit. Amen."
Whatever they did wasn't going to matter now, no answer they gave. This wasn't an experiment, there was no chance. This was simply a slaughter.