He ran his fingers through his short, dark hair, steel eyes laughing, "You really need to learn to relax, and water, it is."  He produced a bottle of clean, cool water from behind the bar, "My name is Xander."  He was toned, athletic, but not bulky in his musculature, tall, with a slight dimple to his smile, "And this place is constantly changing.  What's in one place one moment is in another the next.  You get used to it after a while."<br/><br/>At her question as to whether he was one of her constructs or not, he shook his head, "Don't think so.  Are you?"