"Oh, I can imagine," Xander replied in amusement, "I mean, judging from the comic books alone...I'd have loved to see your whole system at full throttle." He shot Barbara a grin, looking as though he were twelve years old all over again. He couldn't help it. This? It was a huge deal for him. And if anything out there could make him feel less cranky, it was this. Just being around her was already making Xander forget about the failworthy presence of Drusilla and Glory just outside these apartment walls. Both of them were highly concerning situations, but he didn't really feel that here. Not when he was hanging out with one of the most awesome comic book characters of all time. Call him a geek (just not on Andrew's level, please and thank you), but this was just a few steps short of heaven for a guy like Xander Harris.
"Are you sure?" Xander looked back at Barbara in surprise. He was expecting her to tell him to be careful. Or to not touch - because that was bad. Touching the unbelievably awesome batarangs would have been bad. But the offer was there. And Xander wasn't exactly interested in giving Barbara a chance to change her mind. Reaching forward, he lifted one of the batarangs up. The manner in which he grabbed onto the bat shaped weapon was very cautious - he didn't want to screw anything up, even if it looked like the batarang would be more likely to screw him up. He held it in front of himself with both hands, fingers gripping at the sides of the weapon carefully.
Xander was holding a batarang. Not the crappy, plastic ones you could get for Halloween at the stores. But a real one. Used by a real former Bat. Holy crap. Someone needed to hold him or something, because if he didn't get a grip on himself he was going to pass out in shock. Exaggeration. Maybe. "This is the most beautif - awesome thing I've seen since I've gotten here. And that includes Superman lifting a car." Xander looked back to Barbara, grinning. "Correction: you are awesome.