"Mmn, probably not, considering how long you've been around." Which is. not an insult! He clears his throat, lifting a hand to brush through his bangs. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." Nightcrawler brightens when Ignacio mentions business with Europe-- specifically Germany, since that's his birthplace, but he's traveled to other locations.

Before he sits, Kurt takes a quick moment to snatch a drink from a waiter passing by, examining the glowing pink liquid in the cup as he perches on the edge of the couch beside Ignacio. Whatever it is, he can't smell any alcohol, so he sips after deeming the beverage safe. "It's been—" pause, his brow furrowing. "An interesting time. Not long after I got here, there was a war, which we triumphed over. Other than that? The overall feeling isn't necessarily uncomfortable." Another drink then he shifts, feet planted, elbows propping up onto his knees as he cradles the cup, thumbs rubbing over the lip of it. "We were just taken without permission."