The German eyed the woman in the pew. He had seen the girl wandering around the mansion here and there, but he'd never met her. He gave her a small smile before offering his hand,"Kurt Wagner." He pronounced it the proper (German) way, with a 'v' sound. If he was going to speak at length with someone, he preferred to know their first name at least. "How can I be of assistance?" he asked politely, taking a seat next to her. The young woman was troubled. That much was obvious. And Kurt knew it wasn't from his surprise entrance. His tail swung idly behind him as he awaited her response.