"They were out of the way," was the immediate response. Xander turned his back to Jacen. "Eve promised that they would be safe. I assumed that included their living conditions." He put a hand to the wall and leaned forward, head bowing thoughtfully. Not a sign of weakness, only that of which displayed his exhaustion for the conversation. "Beside the point, you've cleared underestimated those friends of mine. They're Slayers. They were built to handle things that normal people can't."
The cold, as bad as it was, happened to be one of those things, he was sure. He felt sorry for what it was that they must have gone through, but Xander would not voice that fact out loud.
They were safe, he reminded himself. Nothing else mattered. The weather was a little bit off. That was all.