Cordelia didn't really care if she had the right word or not, although irony worked for her. After all, it was pretty ironic that out of all of the people in the bar he could have approached to ask for help picking a drink, he'd picked the one who specialized in things that were strange and different. But really, she wasn't worried about it.
Another sip, and her eyebrows rose toward her hairline at his statement. Swallowing the mouthful of liquor, she smiled at him. "Well, I'm glad you got better. The alternative is none too pleasant, or at least it wasn't for me." And yes, she was aware how strange that statement sounded, but it was true, so she didn't bother to correct herself.