Xavion beats his thumb onto his cell touch screen for a final time, until he throws it across his couch. Obviously, he had succumbed to frustration during the whole blackout mess. During it he, along with his assistant, was housed in one of his apartments located in The Dome. He had a lingering thought to maybe explore out there and try to help, however, his team successfully peer pressured him into doing the opposite. They claimed it was mostly for his safety, but he took that with a grain of salt. He grabbed the shot glass sitting atop the coffee table and grabbed the gin bottle in another hand. He cleared his throat at the burning liquor once it traveled down. The man produced a heavy sigh before getting up from the seat, aiming to move his legs out of boredom. He casually scrolled across the carpeting of his living room before heading towards the kitchen eventually. He stretched his biceps upon reaching the counter. Xavion prepared to open the cabinet; however, he halted that action after hearing a slight commotion from the outside of his apartment door. His brows immediately perked, signaling the immediate peek of curiosity. He moved to the door and eyed through the peephole but seen nothing directly in front of him. His boredom likely precepted the next action, but he went forth regardless. The door was slowly opened by him as he peeked in the hall, instinctively looking to the right. He saw an individual standing a few doors down, who seemed to be enwrapped in something. The expression on their face made him deduce as such. “Hey yo…you good?” he asked simply.