Xander was grateful that the man didn't give him a hard time about his accidental behavior. Not that Xander would have gotten all up in arms about it - he'd have ignored or made a crack at him in response if he had tried - but it was relieving to find that he wouldn't have to put in all that extra energy to manage either option. He didn't have caffeine in him yet. Xander needed some coffee. "You're a lucky man," Xander informed him, stretching back in his chair a little once he was done tending to his knee. "'Cause I gotta tell you, it's not fun." No, the fun had been before that. Back before Xander had known that he and Anya were going to end up here. Wherever this even was. He reached up and dragged a hand through his already sloppily kept hair, then twisted in his chair partially so that he was able to extend an arm in Connor's direction. Greetings. He might not have been awake enough yet to properly get away with sneaking around corners, but he could do greetings. Probably. Maybe.
"Xander. Been here much longer than that." He gave Connor's hand a shake, then settled back once more. "How are you adapting the life of the weird and wacky alternate, apocalyptic universe? Unless, y'know, wherever you came from was already weird, wacky, and apocalyptic. In which case all this is probably just another day in the life of Connor for you." Xander wouldn't have been too surprised at this point if the latter were true. He had met plenty of people who were pretty used to the kinda crazy stuff that he and the gang had seen back in Sunnydale on a regular basis. Judging people right off? It never ended well. It was always best to go at greeting people with an open mind, which left room for less confusion later on. Xander liked avoiding confusion.
Particularly when he still needed coffee.
Hopping up from his chair, Xander sidled on over the coffee machine and pointed toward it. "Mind if I steal some of this?"