Lilah hadn't gotten far since Wesley helped her out of Wolfram and Hart. It had been difficult to move at all, considering the still bleeding wound on her side. But she was managing. She was Lilah Morgan, after all. If nothing else, she was a survivor.

She had been slowly making her way towards the Hyperion, because if anyone had a chance of beating the Beast, it was Angel. And not that she'd ever ask for help, but it'd be good to keep close to the action, keep a tab on things just in case.

But then she noticed a familiar figure leaning against one of the walls. One she had seen earlier today. He was only in slightly better shape than she was, and her pride still stung from being dumped and saved by him all in one day, but survival was key right now. And she had a better chance of it if she wasn't alone.

"Wesley?"