Sure, the girl looked normal. Upon first glance, it didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary in terms of appearance - pretty girl, easy on the eyes, whatever. But that collision had smarted a bit, like ramming into a door because you were too drunk to actually see the exit and misjudged the distance.
Not that this ever happened to our virginal and sober blue friend here.
"No, I..." Kurt paused, a hand running through his mess of hair. "I'm okay." It wasn't like he was going to ask why she felt like a brick wall. Maybe she worked out and took steroids - it happened to Chinese gymnasts, it could happen to this brunette too. "Except for that whole castaway thing. I guess I would be one of them, which must make you one too." You know, since she brought it up and all. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Wagner." He saved her the schpeel about the Incredible Nightcrawler.
Judging by her attire, she seemed ready to disco the night away. "I actually had no idea where I was going, but did you?" he asked.