Grinning at Angel's smile - deciding she'd never grow tired of seeing that expression on his face - she jumped a little at the clearing of his throat and turned toward him, eyes going slightly wider. "Sorry," she said with a sheepish sort of grin, "I guess the trunk being open would be a good thing, huh?"
With a half-laugh she used the remote on the keychain to pop the trunk then looked back to Claire.
"Okay!" she exclaimed, "how about we get into the car, and then we can... talk, on our way to the hotel." By talking, of course, she meant they really needed to clue Claire in about anything that they hadn't already. Demons, vampires, the fact that Angel was one. Honestly, Cordelia wasn't sure what the woman did and didn't know, but she'd rather cover all their bases sooner, rather than later.
Pulling open the car door for Claire, she added, "Oh, and if you feel like you're about to go into labor or something, do me a favor and let me know? Not that babies aren't wonderful, adorable little creatures, but I'd really rather you not have this one in my newly detailed interior if at all possible, kay?" She was still grinning, her tone light, but Cordelia also meant it, too. She remembered all too well when Darla's water had broken. Talk about ew.