Cordelia took the water bottle with a mutter of thanks, chasing down the pills before giving him a blank sort of look. Then she smiled.
"It wasn't a seizure," she answered in a less hostile tone than before. Maybe, she amended, he wasn't quite as much of a jerk as he first seemed to be. Although she meant what she'd said about the shut up thing. Nobody told her to shut up and got away with it.
"It was a vision," she went on to explain. "Sent from up on high. Usually it's of people in trouble, and I pass it along to my Champion - that'd be Angel - and he goes to save the day."
Rubbing absently at her temples, she sighed softly and added, "This time, though, it was pretty much a big old warning that you're supposed to be here until further notice."
There was another pause before Cordelia finished with, "Really, though, I'm fine. It hurts like hell and it's eventually going to kill me, but that's just the way it is." Because she wouldn't give them up and she couldn't figure out why her demonic side wasn't making them not hurt her anymore. So she just played the role of the dutiful Seer and figured she'd get some answers when her brain exploded out her ears and she was once more stuck spending an eternity with the Powers That Be.