Stiles nearly smacks his shoulder into the wall of the alley, but keeps from making any noise and sinks down behind the dumpster with her. He wrinkles his nose at the scents but, it's not the first time he's been near (or in) one, so he doesn't say anything.

"No duh, especially here," Stiles tells her, rubbing hs shoulder a little, nervous. He can hear the voices of the batarians, shouting about how they went this way. Then he pauses when she pulls off her cardigan.

"Why are you taking your clothes off?" He asks, voice going high again, and wondering how the hell stripping is supposed to save their butts. But when he looks at her face she seems serious so he nods once. "If it actually helps us, you got it, bucko."