"Thanks." Which sounded more like fanks when she let her accent go. In her few months of being here she had done a pretty good job of American-izing her accent, which people had found particularly difficult to understand upon her arrival. The Scots, particularly those from Glasgow, had very fast-paced, impossible to understand accents if you were from, well, Glasgow. But in moments like these, where she was missing her family, thinking about her sister... She forgot all her proper tongue and speaking well and American-like, wishing with everything she could just go home. But she couldn't, and she never would.
She hadn't been in the Syndicate long enough to consider them inactive, or that that they seemed that way. She imagined honestly that there was a lot going on in higher levels that the recruits and even some of the lower agents just didn't know about. Revolutions, sometimes, needed to be cautiously and carefully planned out. You couldn't always just bumrush the guards and overthrow the fascists in charge. And mutant rights, equality, freedom? Everything her own life depended on? She certainly hoped there was more planning behind it than some ill-thought out plan. She wanted it to go as well as anyone did, and she was prepared to sit in wait, and work her way up in rank, to see how she could be of help.
Oren's change of topic that spoke of Coffee and cheesecake had her perking up again quite easily. Happiness was very important to her, not just because of her ability, but because of how much she needed happiness in her life, just to be who she was. A bitter, sad person wouldn't look good on Cordelia the way it suited some other people. Fortunately for everyone involved, Cordelia was almost bi-polar in that sense. Sad for a few minutes, until you mentioned something like coffee, teddy bears, kittens, or whatnot, and she bounded right back into being happy. "I love coffee." She said, popping right off the bench. "I have abou' a million questions." She smiled and put her hands on her hips, ready for Oren to lead the way to a coffee shop. She still had no idea where she was ever going in this city.