Xander wasn't really much for being the hero around here. He tried to help in whatever way that he could, but the simple fact was that he wasn't some kind of superhero. He was a regular guy who could make an okay peanut butter and jelly sandwich and knew enough about the guitar to play a few chords on a few simple songs. But that was it. Xander wasn't the most talented or skilled person in the world. He was just...Xander. But that didn't mean that he was a waste. Xander knew that, at the very least, he'd be able to lighten a few spirits up with his jokes and constant sidekickish qualities. He could do that. He'd be like Robin, minus all the cool gadgetry and butt kicking action.
So, Xander figured he'd start by talking to Monica. He knew she was upset and he knew that she probably needed someone to talk to. He didn't know her all that well, but she was staying at the Hyperion so she couldn't have been all that horrible, right? Plus she seemed nice. And that was always a good thing.
He looked up her room number and started that way, carrying a backpack full of snacks and a tub of ice cream in his hands. When he reached her door, he knocked on it a couple times and stood back, glancing over his shoulder every now and then in case someone he knew happened along.