Cordelia snorted, Doyle managing to drag her a bit out of her emotional state of darkness without even really trying. At least, she didn't think he was trying. He was just being Doyle, as best she could tell.
"Oh please. You've spent half your time holed up in your room and the other half going out of your way to avoid everyone here." She smirked - a ghost of her typical expression but the sentiment was the same. "And don't feed me any of that 'I died' crap, either. I did too, so I know it doesn't take that much out of you."
She paused briefly before adding flatly, "That being said, hand over the liquor. After the day I've had, I deserve some."