There was obvious annoyance in Cordelia's expression, but there was a faint hint of concern there too. Davy Jones, no matter her own personal feelings toward him, was currently under the protection of the Powers That Be. Obviously they had some sort of plan for him, and it was the job of the Hyperion residents (or at the very least Cordelia herself, since the vision hadn't been very specific) to keep him safe until that plan could come to pass. Besides, as much as she wanted to hate him for what he'd done to both her and her friends, she knew he wasn't the same now as he'd been at the time.
Not much different than Angelus and Angel, really, she reminded herself as she studied the emotionally distraught human that had replaced the proud, dangerous creature who had ordered her killed without batting an eye.
"Well, whether you belong here or not, you're stuck for the time being," she finally spoke. "So why don't you tell me who you're talking about, since that'll make it a lot easier to make certain 'she' doesn't find you. Then you need to eat. Seriously. And bathe." Because really, with that smell? It was obvious someone needed to say something. They had children in this hotel, for God's sake.