Cordelia slowly gets up from her bed. She's been staring at the ceiling for some time, willing herself not to sleep, but that has left her with almost nothing to do. She's actually grateful the knock came when it did - at least now she has some form of distraction that will, hopefully, keep the nightmares at bay. At least, for a little while.

She then walks to the door and opens it. "Hey," Cordelia greets Fred with a smile. Her eyes are immediately drawn towards what the other woman is holding, though. "What's that?"