"Don't touch me!" She said angrily, as she shook off his grip, although it had the desired effect of finally getting her to stop running, and face him.

"Well guess what, I did." She wasn't yelling-- she was at that point close to tears where her voice would've cracked if she'd tried anything too loud. "Why are you bothering? Why do you even-- you don't even care. Obviously you don't, because--" she couldn't finish the sentence, covering her mouth with her hand as she turned away from him. Not to run this time, though.

She would never have taken this well, no matter who it was. The fact that it was Cordelia though, someone she'd started to consider a good friend, and neither of them... not Angel, not Cordelia, neither of them had thought to tell her. At least if it hadn't been like that, maybe she wouldn't feel quite this betrayed-- not that she had any claim on Angel anymore, she knew that, but it still hurt to find out that way.