[ There's a hint of a proud smile on Kurt's face, and though it flickers away almost as quickly as it appeared, it was there for a moment. He's proud of Jane. Remembering the terrified, haunted woman who had come out of that bag in Times Square with no memories and comparing her to the woman she's blossomed into here is amazing.

And he knows just being around her can make you feel better. She has that way about her. Which makes him glad that she's spreading some of that kindness around to other people. People like Minato who deserve good friends. ]

She's an amazing artist. Gave me a few tattoos, too.

[ He raises an eyebrow a little, more curious than anything. ] As long as she said good things.

So, look. You don't have to tell me anything, of course. But what's got you thinking about this kind of thing - being dead at home or alive here?