{Rogue, Xander, Claire and Aaron Littleton, and Willow}
Rogue spotted the young man in the hallway with the laundry basket. She would have stopped for him, too, to try and make him follow her, but something else had caught her attention. At the end of the hallway, past the stairs, there were more freaks. And they were heading into a bedroom that contained two people that, although Rogue had yet to meet them, she'd already been told about.
Claire Littleton, she remembered was the woman's name. And her son, Aaron. Her infant son.
So while Rogue wanted to wait to make sure Xander followed her idea of 'get the hell out of there now', she couldn't in good faith focus on him when there was an infant in danger. She just couldn't. Therefore, she continued past Xander and toward that room.
She bypassed a redhead that she recognized by the name of Willow, although the redhead's roots were currently black and her eyes had seemed to follow suit. She was doing some sort of spell (Cordelia had mentioned she was a witch, Rogue was pretty sure) and currently had a good handful of the minions twitching in pain on the ground in silent agony.
Rogue took a brief second to point to Claire's room, then to herself, and Willow nodded. The message was clear. Rogue would help get to the baby. Willow would hold off as many of the bad guys as she could in the meantime.
Glancing over her shoulder, she waved her hand at Xander to get his attention and pointed toward the bedroom as well. She was going to need help, and he was the one she'd just recruited. Because as good as her intentions of saving that little boy might be, she couldn't risk holding him and didn't know if his mother was in the any shape to do the same. Xander, however, looked quite capable of such a thing. So he was nominated, whether he liked it or not.