Cordelia glanced up as someone drew closer, barely bothering to notice he was male and older than her. She paid no more attention than that, instead looking right back down to her phone and reading - quite clearly - what she'd just typed.
"I have to take care of a couple of things, pretty urgent. I'll check back in." Her attention went right back to the man as she absently wiped the blood coming from her nose away. "Yeah, I'm really worried about shoes right now. Probably about as much as you're worried about getting your hands on the latest treadmill." And, her text sent, Cordelia calmly rose to her feet and glanced around at those who were still standing about and gawking at her.
"Well?" she snapped, flipping her hair off her shoulder and pinning them with a general glare. "What? Haven't you ever seen a girl have a seizure before? God, watch some ER and stop with the staring already." And with a shake of her head she began to walk away, intending on going by her old apartment before paying a visit to her contact - then likely spend the rest of her evening figuring out why her visions were hurting her. Again.