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Kurt swallowed. That gun looked rather large. A hit from that would be really bad. His smile slid off of his face and was quickly replaced with a frown. His yellow narrowed. No matter how many times this situation happens to me, it never gets any easier. He licked his lips, mind racing on how to diffuse the situation. Blanks flew up where ideas should be. Panic rose in his throat, as well as bile, but nothing showed outwardly. He decided upon buying time for himself, as that seemed to be an easy solution. He hoped his sudden movements wouldn't make her fire the gun. It's out of my hands either way. Moving in the chair so he was now squatting, Kurt exhaled slowly.

He twisted and flipped into the air, standing on it by his feet. Nightcrawler paced the length of the ceiling, keeping a very close eye on Harley's gun. "You're interested in me, yes? How I can do what I do? What I'm doing now? How I got here? That IS on your mind is it not?", he said calmly. Stepping over the doorframe, he entered the kitchen, retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge, and came back to the main room. "Did you know I can do this too?" Dropping the water, Kurt allowed the bottle to almost hit the floor before he unwound his tail and grabbed it. The opening of the bottle was the only song in the room. It made things... tense. Moving to the wall, he drank deeply from the bottle. "Now Doc, do you have any questions?"