"If we're unlucky," Cordelia reiterated, because that was like the silver lining to the whole thing, or something.

"You do realize that you're not the only one who wants to get the hell out of this place, right? You have eyes, doc. Look around you. Hell, ask if you want - every single one here wants to go home. But here they are, smiling, dancing, drinking - because guess what? Not like we're getting out faster if we scream our necks off or snarl at anything moving since, hey! You're still here!"

She would be exhaling loudly at this point. "That was-- I'm sorry, okay? But what I said was true."