A sigh of relief escaped him when she reacted in a way that wasn't as poorly as he had expected. He hadn't really given much thought to the hour when he decided to drop in on her, but the fact that she wasn't immediately pointing the other way and declaring that he had to leave now was something that Xander had to admit was more than relieving on his part. Freaking Oracle was laughing at him! And inviting him into her apartment. As soon as she pulled back in her wheelchair, Xander had to look the other way to stifle the grin that was plastering itself across his face. Even with all the bad that was going on right now with Drusilla, this was definitely one surefire way to guarantee that he didn't go out there and react to all of this badly. Well, more badly. Clearly, he had reacted to all of this pretty badly if his first reaction was to grab the nearest crossbow and start for the door the second he had heard about what happened. But still, that was beside the point, wasn't it? He was here now with a comic book goddess and he was determined to ensure that he didn't make himself look like more of a jackass than he just had throughout the duration of his visit. Because, damn it all, if he was gonna hang out with Barbara Gordon? He was going to make it an awesome experience. An awesome experience where he was awesome. Hopefully.
Drawing in a deep breath, Xander quietly moved inside behind her. He paused, briefly, to push the door shut once he was safely inside. Xander then followed Barbara further into the apartment, looking around curiously as he did so. The place didn't look much better off than his own did by way of being furnished, but some of the stuff in there alone was enough to make Xander feel the need to hide another grin. Clearly, she had to make do with whatever was available for her supposed system, but to Xander it was like staring at the most kickass awesome piece of equipment in the world. And the batarangs! He tightened his grip on the pizza box, doing all that he could to keep himself from taking off and trying to get his hands on one. He would not geek out in front of Barbara Gordon. No way. "I wasn't really expecting to be anyone's company this late, if it makes you feel any better?" He started, somewhat lamely. "I was out looking for the vampire behind the attacks and....I just knew I couldn't go up to my apartment and sleep afterward. No leads, no nothing. Thought that hanging out with someone would...you know, keep me from acting like a crazy person and going back out there on my own."
Xander found the table by the TV and sat the box down. Then he ran a hand over the back of his neck, rubbing at the space there nervously. "Crime scene report, huh? Didn't know you could get those from -" Yes. Yes, she could. Xander laughed, as though he had said something incredibly stupid, then shook his head. "Never mind. I'm pretty sure I know how you got them." That said, Xander slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged. "I'll take whatever you're having. And thanks for not...telling me to go screw myself for showing up this late. I probably should've contacted you ahead of time or something, but I've just been all over the place since..." He waved a hand in the air. Yeah, that was real descriptive, Harris.