"Hmm," Cordelia replied, studying him for a minute. "Well, most things we come up against don't really require a gun." She smiled. "But if you can aim a gun, you can use a crossbow and the flame throwers, so you should be okay."
Falling silent for a second, she finally gave a shrug of her shoulders. "And all that leaves, really, is picking out your room. Feel free to eat whatever you find in the kitchen, except the bags of blood of course, and don't touch the weapons without permission first." She held up her hands as though to stave off any argument and explained, "Not because we don't trust you but because Angel is a real spazz when it comes to his weapons and trust me on this, you don't want him spazzing on you."
Smiling once more, she added, "And, of course, at some point in time you're going to have to trust at least one of us here enough to let us know your name, or your mom's name, or, well something so we can help you out a little more. But that can wait until you're ready."
She knew - just knew - that eventually he'd reach that point of readiness, too. Maybe not with her, or Angel, but with someone at the hotel. And, of course, if he didn't, she could always ask Mantis about him. She'd just rather it not come to that, if it didn't have to.