Fingers wrapped around the bars within the cage he was being held captive, Xander kept his head bowed as he stared off blankly at the floor. He had been waiting for his moment. The wrong move, someone slipping up the right way, and he would make his escape. In the meantime, he was hanging low. Keeping to himself, trying not to draw in too much attention. It was what any clever prisoner did and Xander had very much learned how to become one over the years. Part of the process was watching and waiting. Learning the routines of those who watched over him, figuring out the lay of the land. He had at least one of those two down, now he just needed to find the perfect opportunity to escape.
He was thinking it all over quietly before someone stepped out from a corner of the room that he had not been focused upon. Lifting his attention from the floor, Xander turned to look at the approaching figure.
His heart nearly stopped when he realized who it was.