It had to be the Powers That Be who were responsible for Cordelia's calm outlook on all of this, because inside she was terrified. Absolutely scared out of her mind. Dying in a mystical coma was one thing. It was peaceful. Nice. Warm. This... this was going to be none of those things.
Still, she was calm. And when Jack asked if she had any last words, she flashed him a dazzling smile. "Actually, yes. When Angel finds you - and he will - tell him that he's not allowed to eat you just because you killed me. Tell him I said that..." She paused, brow furrowing for a second before that same, traffic-stopping smile returned. "Tell him I said 'you're welcome'."
Moving calmly toward the edge of the boat (if it could really even be called that), she glanced out at the ocean then back to Jack. For a second, there was a flicker of... something, across her features. Not quite fear, necessarily, but not the same nonchalant expression as before. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, though, and her smile returned as she exhaled slowly. "Well," she stated, "let's get this over with already. The sooner I die, the sooner I come back." She tossed Jack a wink.
"After all, I'm the only one who knows how to find that ship."
Then with a slightly arched eyebrow and her signature smile, Cordelia stood waiting to receive her fate with her head held high and all of the grace she'd displayed throughout her short, but meaningful, existence.