"We might be able to if we're lucky or they're lazy!" Stiles huffs out, taking a quick turn - it's vaguely in the direction of the apartments, he thinks - and heading down, though he can hear the batarians taking the same turn a moment later.

"A plan?" He stumbles over his own feet but keeps going, "Running away was the plan!" He takes another few feet of running to consider. "Our apartment has a lock, I think."