"Maybe she'll show up?" Cordelia offered, although she wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to give him false hope like that. Then again, people (and apparently primates) were popping up all over the city, so it was possible, however unlikely it might seem.
Blinking twice, her eyes widened slightly as she repeated, "Peter? Peter sent you here? When did you meet him?" She wasn't surprised that Peter was the one who had invited him here, not really. What surprised her was that he hadn't mentioned anything about meeting a talking primate in need of shelter. Or hadn't brought him here personally. That? Just didn't seem like Peter's style at all.
Grabbing a bottle of water for herself, she twisted off the cap and took a drink. At his next question, Cordelia shook her head. "I've never met any astronauts by the name of Taylor," she replied. Her brow furrowed a bit. "Actually, I'm not sure I've met any astronauts at all, now that I think about it. It's not exactly a common occupation here in Los Angeles."