Angel arrived, just as he said he would, only not in the fashion he'd intended. Instead of driving his car, which Spike had long ago dubbed the Angel-mobile, he pulled up in a golden-colored jaguar. And he wasn't driving, Cordelia was. He'd used this car to make a getaway when he'd gone back to Wolfram & Hart to retrieve his precious weapons collection and had just held onto the thing. He hadn't seen a need to give it back, even though he still had his own car at the hotel. So, when Cordelia had shown back up from the land of the dead, he'd given the car to her.
When the vehicle came to a stop, Angel opened the door and stepped out, a little too glad perhaps, to have his feet touching the ground. It wasn't that he didn't trust Cordelia's driving skills, he just perfered to be the one behind the wheel. He hadn't been in the passanger seat of a car in quite a while.
He smiled gently at the pregnant blonde woman sitting on the curb, a momentary flash of a pregnant Darla entering his mind that he quickly shoved away. "Claire?"