At the sound of the front door opening, Cordelia heaved a long sigh from her position on the couch. "Angel," she commented in a flat tone, not even removing the cool washrag that lay overtop her eyes, "so help me, if you've come back to check on me instead of stopping that sacrifice, I am going to be one very pissed off See-oh!" The washrag pulled away, Cordelia realized she wasn't speaking to her Champion at all and quickly pulled herself into a seated position.
"You aren't Angel," she said dumbly, obviously, before making a rather pained sort of face. "I mean, obviously you aren't Angel. You're... new." Clearly, this wasn't going to the way she wanted it to go. Stupid pain in her head following visions. It kept her from thinking clearly.
Studying the man for a moment, the brunette finally folded the rag and placed it on the back of the couch before rising fully to her feet. There was a hint of pain on her expression at the movement but she ignored the agony that was slowly spreading across the better part of her skull and flashed the man a bright smile.
"Let's start over," she suggested in a cheerful enough tone. "Welcome to Angel Investigations. I'm Cordelia Chase. Is there something I can help you with?"