"A giant robot is attacking Times Square," Kurt supplied helpfully, just in case the situation outside wasn't clear from the view out the window. Perhaps the woman was in shock; that would certainly explain her confusion both at the crisis unfolding outside and at his question. Kurt supposed his abrupt appearance didn't really help matters.
"Sorry," he apologized again, "But ja, an access in this building to the roof. We are very high up I though it might be near by." He gestured upwards and then nodded to her front door by way of asking permission to enter and use her apartment as a shortcut. Perhaps there was an elevator or staircase with roof access and here he was wasting valuable time.