"You'll get used to it," he said with a sage nod as he took the knife with a smile and started making them both sandwiches. He seemed oblivious to her stares- if there was one thing Nightcrawler was used to it was being looked at. While he made the sandwiches his tail shot up to open a cabinet and then take down two glasses and set them on the counter. "Milk?" he asked and jerked his head towards the refrigerator. There was nothing like a cold glass of milk with a peanut butter sandwich.
When all was ready he carried it to the little table in the corner of the kitchen and pulled out a chair for her then sat down himself. "You can take classes if you'd like," he told her after he'd taken a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "There's no age limit." He finally took a good look at her face and did notice the rings under her eyes but she was right, people around here weren't especially nosy and she'd just said she'd been having trouble with adjusting. That could explain any sleeplessness. It wasn't his business unless she said something.