Rachel gives Stiles a long, level stare, her eyebrows creeping up to dangerous new heights on her forehead. Either he's just dumb, or he's...well, really dumb. What on earth would possess him to make that offer?

"Let me get this straight," Rachel says slowly, every word dripping with the subtle suggestion that Stiles has more than one head. "You just watched me turn into a seven-foot-tall lizard alien covered in blades, rip apart a bunch of aliens, and now you're inviting me to couch surf?"