The messages aren't quite like the conversation they'd had at home, or even the one they'd had on the station about her looking for a job. But they do all hold that edge of manic worry, and it'd be embarrassing to rehash.

"You do kinda smell," Stiles says, mostly because he's honest, and because, well, she does. He doesn't really let her go, though, just looks at her with a faintly worried expression.

"Bathroom's clear, though. So you can scrub to your hearts content and all that."