Xander leaned against the wall, opposite Angder's door. He was intent on waiting, he wasn't one hundred percent sure if it was because he was pissed at Angder for waking him, or if he genuinely cared enough to see if he'd be okay. He supposed it was both really.
Maxwell was still staring up at the roof. He was willing to wait to see if anything happened. If not, he'd make up for the wasted time later.