It was definitely confusion. She would be thrilled if Doyle showed up, of course. And once upon a time she'd started to develop feelings for him that had gone beyond platonic. But that time had long since passed. Cordelia had become someone else entirely since then (in more ways than one), and she knew herself well enough to know that what she'd felt for Doyle paled in comparison to what she felt for Angel. It made her feel a little guilty, actually. Hell, she still felt guilty over her fling with Gru, when Gru had shown up in LA. She'd cared for Gru, of course, had liked him him and admired him. But she'd been trying very hard to bury the feelings she'd begun having for her vampire best friend when she and Gru had gone on vacation together.
It was safer than admitting how she felt about Angel. Because there were a million and one reasons why nothing could ever happen between them. At least that was what she kept telling herself every few minutes when she started thinking about it again.
She listened as he told her about Hamilton, and then Connor. She frowned deeply as he spoke about how Connor got his memories back just in time, about how LA was falling. It was both hard and easy to imagine. Hard to imagine because the thought of her family and all those innocent people getting hurt and dying was awful. Easy because after everything they'd seen over the year, nothing truly surprised her anymore. But the idea of Connor still being back in LA, and not knowing if he made it through the battle was upsetting to her, too. She reached over with her other hand and covered his with it.
"If I had to guess, Connor made it out okay. He's a hell of a fighter, Angel. Because of you." Her voice was quiet, but firm.