Jeesh, and her hands are cold - Stiles almost wants to offer her his gloves or something. But she's not complaining, she's not shivering, so he guesses she can hold her own in the cold.

"Thanks for reminding me," he joshes back, eyebrows raising. "Wonder what kinda crap we get for being up past curfew anyway, huh?"

Right, well, where he was taken. He points first to house #5, peers in that direction. "That's where I'm bunking down right now, traipsed my way on out here - " And he jerks his head in the direction he walked that day, inviting her to come with him.