Stiles leans back a little when Rachel speaks, turning to look at her from the corners of his eyes.

"Look, you want to be skinny or you want to be full of bullet holes?" He gives her a look like she shouldn't really need to think about which is worse, before he turns back to the batarians, and the more dakka that they've pulled out.

"Whoa, guys, take a chill pill all right? Are we even worth target practice, I mean, hell, I'm skinny, there's not much target to practice on."

Still, he curls his fingers around the strap of the bag of groceries. He's got a vague plan if they don't back down after this.