The expression that flickered across Connor's face in reply was one of anger, though he fought to suppress it. Losing his temper was something he did far too often, and it hardly ever yielded positive results. Instead of lashing out, he gave a single, stiff nod, accepting Angel's answer for the time being. Was it wrong, he wondered, that he was relieved to have been pulled from that grisly scene? He was still worried about what would become of Cordy, but over the past few days, it had become more and more obvious to him that something was wrong with her. He hadn't known how to get away and make things right. This place had done part of that for him.

He couldn't help feeling guilty over being even the smallest bit relieved.

"The hotel is here?" was all he said out loud, making an effort to swallow the rest of it down. There was a lot to talk about aside from the hotel; Angel seemed different, Angel seemed to know so much more than he did, and appeared remarkably calm compared to Connor's recent memory. Clearly, there was a lot to discuss. But right now wasn't the time.