[Having already reconnected with Lydia and Scott, Allison tries to squelch the pain that rises at the mention of Stiles...of the way the name sounds on an unfamiliar tongue, the name of the place that's more home to her than anything has ever been. Irrationally, she wants to steal it from his lips, hold onto it...feels fiercely possessive of it because she has no idea when, or if, she'll ever get to go back.

And Stiles...sure, he knows of Stiles. He has to if he knows Scott, right?]

I've seen Scott, yeah. [She lets her head drop, and the pain of being away from home melts a little, allowing a small, genuine smile to touch her lips.] But yeah, thanks, Steve. It's really great to meet you.

I know Lydia, too, by the way...we're all friends, but...more than that. It's complicated. But good.