{Cordelia, Logan, possibly Nathan}
Cordelia opened her mouth to argue about her needing the wound taken care of, but promptly closed it when he made it clear she shouldn't bother. Instead she settled for a mild glare that didn't even come close to looking sincere. If he wanted to take care of her, she'd do the obligatory quasi-complaint since she really wasn't that worried about herself as she was everyone else, but she wasn't about to fight with him. Not about something this insignificant.
"I can do pampering," she replied with a smile of her own as they made their way down the blood-stained hallway. She tried not to notice the bits and pieces of Footmen as they passed, tipping her head in acknowledgment of Willow when they walked by the redhead in the process of healing Charlie's wounds. She assumed that Peter was with Nathan, Heidi, and the boys, and figured if Nathan didn't insist on him getting some rest soon, she would. Probably around the time that Logan went to check on Marie, she thought.
Taking her thoughts away from her Champion for a moment and letting them focus solely on Logan, the former May Queen smiled. "That sounds like heaven," she answered honestly as they reached the bottom of the stairs and into the lobby. Once there, she came to a stop and her jaw fell open a bit.
The place was trashed.
"Oh for the love of..." With a heavy sigh, Cordelia closed her eyes and tried not to let herself get too irritated. Counting slowly to three, she re-opened her eyes and glanced at Logan. "Well," she remarked dryly, "I guess we know where the Gentlemen set up their camp once they got inside." And with a heavy sigh, she continued along with him in the direction of the basement.