Holy shit. That was EXPECTED by these people? Yeah, Cordelia was gettin' while the gettin' was good. No use staying around if the leadership had also foreseen Hot Rod setting her room on fire, or maybe the guy with the gun going on a mass shooting. Apparently, these people had resources that the NSA had wet dreams about-which only diluted her confidence more. Okay, assuming that this hovering chick ([i]walk like the rest of us, you look ridiculous[/i]) wasn't blowing smoke, these people had some serious resources...and were totally misusing them. Christ, woman, how many people could you feed with that money? How many kids could you pay to take off the streets for good? And instead they wasted it on security tech they didn't even bother using? Also, they needed to fire whatever shrink did that psych evaluation. Cordelia may not have had much in the way of formal education, but she knew one thing for sure: that chick was cray.

"Ah, yes," Cordelia said. "I'm sure you could taste my anticipation to defend myself against the chick with the explosives. Who you apparently knew about and yet didn't do anything. And I'm somehow in the wrong here. Okay." Cordelia continued walking out, idly listening to Emily's sermon as she did so. "Oh no! I would hate to not correct my mistakes. I'll somehow have to find a way to live with myself.." she turned, walking backwards, and blew a kiss to Emily. "Yeah, I'll stop bitching. Hey, if you're so fucking good at picking up on threats, why's there still crime in Chicago? Dontcha think you could be stopping a lot of rapes and murders if you got off your ass and left this place?" she shrugged. "Just a thought, I know you don't get those often." she turned and walked out into the hallway, fuming. These people were out of their damned minds. Emily was yelling at her? For what? Defending herself? What, did she reprimand people being raped after she stopped it, too? Christ. She'd buy whoever killed that bitch a drink. 

Then, she came to a sudden realization with Sonja and Volt following after her. The League was bad-corrupt, worthless, and run by idiots like Emily (seriously, calling an 18 year old girl a bitch? Cordelia wasn't offended- she WAS a bitch and had no qualms admitting it- and carried out by psychos like Agnes. Yet, within that organization, there were people that were capable of genuine good. She came to realize that the League was akin to a police department-overall, it was a diseased tree that needed to be uprooted, but it had some good fruit on it. [i]Man, I have really, really shitty analogies.[/i]

Cordelia, for a moment, almost lashed out at Sonja before she got a hold of herself. No sense in alienating potential allies-and Cordelia was pretty sure she saw a way to make money off the League, even now. She took a deep breath and tried her best at a smile. "I...I would really appreciate that. Thank you." She hadn't thanked a lot of people in the last few years, and it was rusty for her. Difficult for to her sound genuine, even when it was. Touchy feely crap like that always came off weird to Cordelia, she didn't know how you went about doing it. Best to take the car ride and get out of her life-and as long as Sonja was driving far away from this place, she was fine with wherever they went. Then Volt came bounding along after them-and, the normally unshakeable Cordelia felt a twinge of both fear and appreciation. First, he looked like a fuckin' hurricane, and Cordelia could feel a bit of her hair stand up on end as he drew nearer. [i]Damn. Wonder if he had anything to do with Katrina.[/i] Second, she appreciated that he'd thrown down with an obvious superior (and who put Emily in charge?) for the sake of someone who was leaving the organization. Not a lot of political advantages to that, but it was something Cordelia could respect. She'd never had much in the way of family, so to her, standing up for your own was damned important. 

Again, the words fumbled and refused to come, but she gave Volt a gracious nod of her head that hopefully said enough. "...you know, if the first day looks like that, can't imagine what a League Christmas party is like." as they left the building, Cordelia pulled out a cigarette from within her backpack and lit it, taking a few casual puffs. Helped calm her down after standoffs like that one. "So," she asked Sonja, her tone and demeanor returned to that of casual normalcy (even if she was still up for really, really ruining Agnes' and Emily's day). "Where we headed?" [i]And please don't say church.[/i] 

Then...sirens. Hm. The wheels began turning very, very quickly in Cordelia's head. Who did she know that was currently locked up? If she was going to be back on the streets, she was going to need a damned good bargaining chip to be offered open arms after joining up with the League...she didn't plan on staying in Chicago much longer, but she didn't want to get shot ten minutes after ditching the League. "So, if you want to drop me off after this prison break or whatever, that's cool." she added to Sonja and Volt. "Unless you guys need to go put on your spandex."