Cordelia didn't wait tables. It just wasn't in her nature to do so, that and it wasn't her job at the cafe. She was the resident paper pusher not a server. But far be it of her to ignore faces she recognized, even if there was the possibility that she didn't like the people that wore them. Especially when it was pretty obvious that being here wasn't on their to-do list.
"Sorry, but we aren't Hell or any of the more well known hell dimensions." Cordelia said as she wandered over. "We're just the Lunatic Cafe."