Lindsey hadn't expected Raiden, Lindsey hadn't expected much of anything what with the situation he'd found himself in. Pulled out of hell to save the collective asses of Angel and his little band from the Black Thorn of all things. It was sometimes funny to think of just how screwed they all were.
Raiden had busted into his cell, which would have suprised him if it was anyone else but the girl could manage a lot, and she looked pissed, which given he'd high tailed it from the city after his really rather impressive middle finger to the partners, and had sort of, completely, maybe, forgotten to let her know, it was no wonder.
He was waiting for the bitching, or the shock, with her he was never sure, when the world moved around him. The cell was gone, hell Wolfram and Hart was suddenly gone.
Raiden wasn't though, and she was blaming him,
"What did I do!"
He looked around curiously, trying to gauge some kind of surroundings, working out where they were, a passing car with a Kansas numberplate pointed them in a direction but it could have been passing through.