[Now, look, Stiles was prepared. Armed with a backpack full of such useful things as a survival guide, a Swiss army knife, rope, a banana, two bolts, one magnet, a broken-in-half magnifying glass (that still works! it totally works, okay, the possibility of cutting your finger when using it just, uh, adds to the charm), a raincoat and a bag of marshmallows, to mention a few, he's following Sherlock's guide, his eyes firmly fixed on the ground for any possible traps...
... until he hears her voice. And stops.]
Dlgjlkdjfk- [Yes, that is literally what comes out of his mouth. Congratulations, Stiles, you have mastered the art of keysmashing verbally.]
Yuuki? [So she might have a mask, and her hair might be shorter, but he knows that voice, okay.]