[ The closet Kurt has come to riding in anything remotely like a mobile suit is a refitted Sentinel, and he's somewhat reluctant to repeat the experience. He looks thoughtful but not especially disappointed at learning that it won't be the escape option he's hoping for. Just another obstacle to overcome. ]

Ah. Well, it would be good to see it, anyway. And the hangar. Maybe, as you said, it will be better vantage point.

I'm Kurt, by the way. [ He holds out his hand automatically, then pauses when he realises that two fingers and a thumb, as well as soft fur and leathery pads across his palm, might be slightly startling to his new companion. He starts to withdraw, a little awkward. ]