And now he's being yelled at when she was the one inviting him on this impromptu little field trip. He was pretty quick-witted, he didn't think it was arrogant of him to think that, but keeping up with her was next to impossible. He'd tried to talk to Scott about it, but his best friend was predictably useless at giving him any advice. That was why Stiles was the brains of the operation.

"I'm not so sure we can," he responds easily, deciding that today's tactic for dealing with her snippiness is to kill it with kindness - that is, completely ignore all her bitching and answer everything in charming, polite tones like it was a perfectly normal question "I mean, let's face it, pretty much everything we do gets overrun with werewolves, like we're some kind of homing beacon. ...I mean us personally, not the town, because, well, duh."

He starts the engine and heads off, though he's driving for a few minutes before he actually realises he doesn't know where he's headed.

"Wait, where did you want to go?"