Kurt stood a few feet back from the cage, hands in his coat pockets. He looked at Morra while maintaining a neutral expression as the fluorescent lighting flickered and buzzed.
"You look comfortable," he said finally.
Morra smiled, chains barely shifting as she leaned back against the bars. "You get used to it."
The light above flickered twice, then held.
Her smile didn't shift but her eyes did as she made an attempt to read him. "You're in a hurry. That usually means a bad decision's coming."
Kurt frowned. Despite not letting anything slip in his expression, she was still able to tell. Perhaps, his face wasn't as neutral as he thought it was.
"Hell Gate," Kurt cut straight to it. "I don't have time for games. I need to die to get in, but my death seems to attract things I definitely don't want to attract."
He tilted his head. "And I'm guessing you know something about that."
Upon hearing this, her smile deepened. "Then you came to exactly the right person."
