"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" she questioned, already knowing the answer. With a sigh, she shook her head and rose to her feet.
"Okay," Cordelia finally stated, heading to the counter once more. "Before I agree to anything, I need to know how much about this L.A. you know. Because if you're still blissfully unaware of the strange and bizarre, I'm thinking a hotel room somewhere that isn't here might be more up your alley."
She couldn't say why she was considering helping him like this. Normally, if you wanted her help, you had to give a little in return. She trusted you to be around her team, you trusted her with things like your last name, and the name of your mother. But she supposed he reminded her a bit of Connor, and that spurred her actions more than anything else.
Plus, what if he was right and it wasn't safe for her to know names? Then he was trying to help her out, something she most certainly couldn't complain about.