Wesley and Angel check a map and determine that they can't get to the factory via the tunnels, so Angel will have to drive. Wesley insists on coming along to "earn his keep," and then starts to ask about the details of his salary. "There's no dental," Angel instantly says, aware that Wesley is English. Wesley nods and says that he'll floss. Cordelia, rubbing a glass of ice water on her head, tells them to be careful. Have you noticed a little motif with the ice yet? Like big, icy anvils? Duck and cover now, because there's a lot more of them looming overhead.