The ball had been going well, too well even. So naturally, by Wonderland standards it had to go completely tits up. Thanks, Wonderland.

When Cordelia finds her, she's taking a break from dancing with a glass of champagne. The last ball she'd been to might have only been a few months ago, but she'd forgotten how tiring they can be. Before that, twenty eight years of nothing, so she's a little out of practice. The declaration shocks her out of her ball-induced good mood, immediately focusing on the task at hand.

"Where."

There's only one thing that it could possibly be, after all. Angelus reacted to her challenge as much as she expected, but it didn't quite exactly go as planned. Where were the angry crowds, the mourners desperate for vengeance? She begins to push her way through the crowd, earning more than a few angry looks from the party-goers.

"Everything is in my room, ready to go."

In retrospect, maybe taking a night off wasn't such a good idea.