"Does now work?" Cordelia bit back a smirk as she arched her eyebrows, leaning against the door frame of the door of her own apartment. She had just stepped into the hallway to walk over to Fred's to see if the other woman knew of any nearby stores so she could try and find at least a pair of clothes to change into. The apartment had enough food and hygiene supplies, but she hadn't found any extra clothes to wear.
And there they'd been--Fred, whom she could barely see because of the very tall man blocking the doorway, his back to Cordelia--whom she assumed was the Sam that Fred had been talking about.
It was interesting, really. She hadn't been around Fred long enough to see what the other woman was like when she was in a relationship. From what little she'd seen, Fred appeared to be very happy.