Kurt is without his image inducer tonight, as he is most nights, so as he takes a seat his yellow looks over to the woman who spoke to him, a small smile crossing his lips, his fangs sticking out slightly.
“No need to fear. I only came for a drink.”
Maria can appreciate what she reads as a challenge ( if only internal ), and she washes it down with another sip of her drink. She lifts her brows over the rim of the glass, affording the young mutant an appreciative amount of respect for his bravery. Being out and about like this in the city isn’t for the faint of heart.
“Who said anything about being afraid?”