[Xander simply huffs through his nose at that, and moves to likely close the door...

When he sees the papers on his door. Yurika's doodle, the roomba protests, the Doctor's own denial. He reads them slowly, his brow knitting. His expression is cloudy- not with overt anger. Or regret. Or even annoyance.

He could almost be said to look disappointed. And maybe frustrated. And tired]

This is what you all decide to spend your time doing? After what happened last ni-... The night before? Gods, I don't know what I should have expected.

[he starts taking them down one by one, not tearing, but not being exactly gentle either. ]