Stiles almost visibly gets a frustrated expression, mostly because he wants to know what the hell she did, if she's anything like the shapeshifters he knows back home.

"I can keep a secret, dude. Consider it locked and the key thrown away," he tells her. "Though, you can't blame a dude for asking, because seriously, that was awesome."

Her next question makes him turn a little red, and he fumbles handing over her clothes.

"Do you want your pants - or shirt - god here, just have it all."

He pushes them into her hands, waiting for her to redress. Once she is, he clears his throat.

"So, did you just get here?"