"Hey!" Cordelia exclaimed as he suddenly pulled her through the weapons cabinet. Finding herself on the street, she began trying to pull away from him, her feet skidding along the slippery sidewalk as he continued on his way. Clearly, she realized as he ripped the door off the car, she wasn't putting up near enough of a fight.
Landing in the backseat with an 'oomph', she immediately scrambled to the far side of the car and tried to push open the door. It wouldn't budge, of course. With a low growl of frustration, she began banging against the glass window. "Let me out!" she demanded, hitting the glass again. Realizing there was no way she was getting out of there - especially as the car began weaving and out of traffic - she turned her attention to Davy.
"You know," Cordelia snapped, "whatever evil little plan you've concocted, it won't work. And as soon as Angel catches wind of this, he's going to totally kick your slimy ass all the way back to wherever in the hell it is you came from!"