Interview type situations were always draining. Xavier preferred it when it was the whole band having to do it so he could let the others take he lead and only really answer questions specifically directed at him. He was glad to be done, to be able to leave Witch Weekly and head back to the safety and quiet - though, not actual quiet, more like familiar loudness - of Panquake.
He had just been fiddling with the zipper on his leather jacket, trying to get it to catch so he could zip it up, when there was suddenly someone standing in front of him talking. It wasn't the most unusual occurrence in his life, and he glanced up to look at her as she went on. And on. An easy smile spread across his features and he bit the inside of his lip, waiting to say anything until she'd seemed to wind down.
"Hi," he replied, giving a slight nod. "Yes, that'd... be me. And you are?"