Anders still felt... odd. The mind-wanking fog had been completely fucked up and he still expected to see Helen standing there him blaming him or a god hunter ready to unleash a crossbow on him. He couldn't remember a lot of what happened between hiding from Axl and then coming to with the voices and the fog gone... and he didn't actually mind. At least his injuries had healed fast due to the new full god thing and meant he couldn't be grilled for that.
The kiwi physically jumped at the knock on the door and it took him a moment to recognise Max's voice. He snorted and rolled his eyes. Hilarious.
"Sorry, I'm all up to date thanks... unless you want to give me a hand with a sample."