She wasn't wrong. Cordelia knew Buffy's life had been full of craziness, and that it had started before she'd ever come to Sunnydale, California. Of course they were now a long way from Sunnydale, but considering they were facing demons and an apocalypse here, too? In a way things weren't all that different. "Good point," she acknowledged with a slight shrug.
And now Cordelia dropped her gaze to her drink. The shows weren't something she really wanted to talk about, but Buffy deserved an answer, even if no one else knew. "Yeah. I have." She tried to smile but didn't quite manage it. Things ahead weren't great, but at least Buffy made it out alive. And so did her closest friends. Cordelia was actually glad about that. "It's...about par for the course, I guess." She shrugged, sounding nonchalant even if she was about as uncomfortable as she could get.
She nodded at Buffy's comment, watching her stare out the window for a moment. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "A lot of stuff is...obviously pretty different here than where we're from. Demons can possess people here and the only way to help them is to perform an exorcism." God she hated Latin. Dead languages were dead for a reason. Why couldn't she just say the stupid thing in English? Why did a demon even care what language was being spoken?
"And then there's...Dawn. And Spike." She hesitated. And one more subject that Cordelia didn't want to mention at all. Buffy's mother.