If Anders was near enough the wall, he might have hit his forehead against it like his phone had earlier. But then, he liked his head and he certainly wouldn't hit it against anything as hard as that phone had... except maybe a headboard, but was beside the point.
With a glare thrown at Kat, he crossed the room and yanked the door open. "She hasn't gutted me yet, Blondie, so no need to worry," he snapped. Then he seemed to notice his own anger and strode back towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing more booze. He left the door open.