Jacen just managed to resist the urge to slam Xander back against the wall, to yell, to scream, to make him feel exactly how angry he was. The use of the nickname also stung bitterly, to hear something that was a joke with his friend twisted so much.
"I wonder what Russia is like this time of year," he responded, almost conversationally, a fake relaxed tone in his voice. "I've only read about it of course, I find some of the history of this world to be fascinating, characters like Stalin for example. But I imagine it would be cold, freezing in fact. It was one of the main problems the German army had during the war when they tried to invade. Trained soldiers, prepared for the environment still froze to death."
As he spoke he paced around, every part of him seeming casual until he reached the bars, and stood only inches away, glaring hard. "So, really, it's a wonder that three Slayers dressed for California weather even survived being transported to a dungeon in the middle of nowhere in freezing Russia. Or didn't you know that? Didn't you know where your partner in crime transported your friends?"