He really wished he had a camera. Seeing the look on her face was something he'd never forget. "Right back at you. I know why I'm pale, but what's your excuse?"
Reaching a hand for the front pocket of his shirt he flipped on a pair of Connery's sunglasses. He'd never had sunglasses before, they were cool. And he stopped squinting, which was a plus. "Sort of want to see if my hotel is here. You mind?"
He didn't know how else to say goodbye to the gang. Everything important for them had gone down at the hotel, it was worth a shot, to try at least for them. "So Pylea, demon dimension where people were slaves. Lorne, that was his home. Anyway, they made Cordy their Queen, if you can believe that. So..us guys think we're going to rescue her and..." Fishing a set of car keys out of a pocket he presses the alarm button to figure out which car is Connery's.
Stopping dead in his tracks Angel stares. This is such crap. Connery drives a damn VW Bug? This is not cool. Very not cool. "I'd rather be on fire." Thanks for nothing PTBs.