Her grin mirrored his own as she, too, glanced around at the docks. "This way," she stated matter-of-factly, heading toward a small building twenty or so feet from the start of the docks. It looked as though it could be a changing room, or possibly a locker area. Closer inspection, though, showed the windows to be cracked with slivers of glass missing entirely, and there were several gaps in the walls where wooden planks had rotted through over the years.
Pulling open the door - wincing a bit at the squeaking sound it made - she stepped into the building and made room for Nathan and Peter. It wasn't a tight squeeze, really, but it was definitely cozy. She glanced at both of them and arched a brow.
"Just remember, they're Gods. So try to show a little respect, okay?"
Then she was glowing, a white essence pouring from her mouth, eyes, ears... everywhere. It enveloped them, wrapping snugly and holding them tightly as the walls and floor vanished into nothingness. Pure, untouched, white light shone all around them. It swirled around and around until it at long last fixed on a single point. The light became a beam that shone down upon them then skittered away, to the darkness.
Cordelia found she could move again, although her movements felt slightly sluggish. The ground beneath her feet was soft, almost like sand yet not quite. She looked to Nathan and Peter and raised her arms, motioning around. "This is it," she stated. There was a bundle of nerves in her stomach as a figure seemed to approach from the black void surrounding them.
It looked like Wesley. She knew better, though. The PTB took on all sorts of 'familiar' forms during conversation. The faux Wesley stopped a few paces away and regarded them.