The sound of the door opened was masked by the punch Nathan to delivered to the wall. However, before anyone else could utter a word, another voice joined into the fray... and it was not happy.
"Okay," Cordelia snapped, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a downright dangerous expression on her face. Her gaze was locked solely on Angela... for the time being, at least. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, and I really don't care, but considering you've not only managed to lock my attorney in the kitchen, and caused him to stick his fist through a wall, and were apparently somehow responsible for some sort of harm befalling my Champion? You are officially on my very short list of people I'm about to feed to the vampires outside."
Then her attention went to Nathan, her expression softening considerably as she eyed him. "Just give me the word and I'll use her for target practice," she stated flatly, knowing he would realize she was both joking and wasn't, all at the same time. Because after what she'd just overheard while standing outside the door and debating on whether or not to open it (before realizing it was locked, that is), Cordelia had absolutely no problem whatsoever with dealing with this in a way that, while not legal or even ethical, would likely be doing the world one hell of a big favor from the sounds of it.