"Sure.  I'll write out directions."  He pulled out a pad and pen, scribbling directions hastily while the rest of them waited.  Wesley looked stricken, Cordelia upset, and Gunn grim and determined.  By the time the barmaid had returned with the cooler, Lorne had the directions.  "Here you go, kitten.  You can settle the tab later, time is of the essence.  You two come back here later, ok?" He patted her hand, with a look of genuine concern.  "I'd come myself, but I'm a lover, not a fighter."