{Cordelia, Logan, Charlie, Kathy, and Annie}
Once Peter explained as best he could why he was placing the Hyperion under such a tight lock down, she obviously agreed and knew that they were likely going to be in for a long night. Granted there was no guarantee (at least not from what she could see in those drawings) of the attack happening tonight, but after spending a lifetime on a Hellmouth, and a good few years fighting the supernatural, Cordelia had developed a sort of sixth sense about these sorts of things. And true, there was no proof, but there was something in the very air itself as midnight came and went that seemed to grow thicker - and more ominous - with every passing second.
So here she was, hanging out in the hallway outside of her door with Kathy sound asleep inside. She had her crossbow in her hand, her katana strapped to her back, and was for all intents and purposes bored out of her mind. The waiting, really, was the worst part. Not to mention the frustration that she was feeling at the fact that others seemed to be predicting what was going to happen to the people in this hotel - her people no less - yet she hadn't had so much as a single whisper of a warning from the PTB herself.
What in the hell good is a Seer if I don't ever SEE anything? she wondered for what had to be the umpteenth time that night. Why am I not getting these messages? What is wrong with-
Her thought process stopped short as, quite abruptly, she was assaulted by the very thing she'd been half-praying for all evening. A vision flashed across her mind's eye, causing her to go completely still as she drank in every detail she could catch.
They're coming, she realized with dawning horror as the images of her friends, her veritable family, dying horrible deaths assaulted her mind. Oh God... they're already here!