"They don't?" Allison glanced up confused, almost naively. Wasn't that the whole point of wanting a slave? For them to be submissive to whatever was asked of them? Listening to Derek talk about Kate, it was all very familiar, so at first, she didn't react. She just nodded, thinking it over, as she approached the bag, pushing it slightly and watching it sway back and forth slowly.
"When she got back, Gerard... my grandfather... He was proud of her. Couldn't stop telling people what she did. My dad was the only one saying she needed to get away, to hide, that they'd be looking for retaliation, and hurt anyone who knew where she was. That was why my dad upped my training... Just in case, knew there was no way to keep out of things now that my family were directly involved." She shrugged, and glanced at Derek. "I know that doesn't help you, but... If there's anyone who knows where she is, it's not me, it's not my dad. It's Gerard. And I don't even know if he's still in the camp, if anyone is. Funnily enough, it's been a while since I've been back." She closed her mouth again, not looking to talk back to him.
"Stiles wants me to stay here." She said, folding her arms across her chest, awkwardly. "Would you let me?"