Is there any way to check for that? Stiles is ducking down for a moment, prodding some fingers into the dirt as if he can test for underground bunkers with the use of his bare hands. He can't, but it's the thought that counts.

"It's cool, I didn't think there'd be anything left." If anything, he's the one that feels like the downer here - here he was, taken, and he can't even really give anything useful for anyone to use in the town. No memories, no clues, no nothing. "As for maps, I'm not really sure." He stands up, brushing off his jeans. "Someone must've tried making something rudimentary at least, but then again I never asked, so I can't--are you okay?"

He pauses a moment, gestures vaguely to Rosa and, "You're kind of- looking at me, like- really hard right now."