Kurt hadn't stopped fiddling with his weapon since they got anywhere near the sewers. He had been in a constant state of ensuring that his jury-rigged solution to strapping the flashlight to his weapon wasn't failing, and watching out for the many potential hostiles what would no doubt meet them within the labyrinth that was the sewers. He adjusted his gas mask slightly, but never moving it far enough from his face to show skin, or, whatever else was there. 

Keeping a tactical yet fairly swift speed, Kurt followed the rest of the group with the same silence he always had about himself. He could recount details about the map with relative ease, his memory allowing as such, but some of the finer details were off or he flat couldn't remember them. He hoped that the scientist-looking man among them could remember, otherwise it was going to take a hell of a lot of trial and error, a game often played with land mines...