As she was approached, she cursed under her breath, torn at whether this was a good thing or not. On one hand, this was Stiles' master, wasn't it? So he had to be close. But at the same time, she didn't know him, or want to like him, or even know if he could be trusted. Out of anyone, he knew Eterna, and would take her back there. She swallowed, trying to remain confident, and looked him in the eye - her father had always taught her to not be afraid of werewolves.
"Where's Stiles?" She asked, hugging herself. "He lives here, am I right?"