"Don't worry, already milking it for all its worth," she replies lightly - which is true, at least in Wesley's case. Angel she might try to actually coax to do something else for her, once the vampire stops being so... quiet. Which will be some time around never.

Cordelia shakes her head, then closes her eyes. She can hear them - the screaming, the laughter, even the dead silence. It might take a while before these memories faded. "Don't," she says softly. "Don't imagine it." Because thinking it is horrible enough. "And... I'm not... I mean. You guys got us out while we're still breathing, so that counts for a lot." Cordelia pauses for a while. "Um. How's Tara?"