Allison was dead, too. Yeah. She'd said that. "She uh... she said she was the one that found me. Where did she find me, Stiles?" Where had she been found in that vault? Was it in the vault? Was it somewhere else? Who took her out? "Did my parents even know?" There were a lot of questions. Questions she wasn't sure she really wanted to know, but at the same time needed to know. She couldn't look at Stils directly just yet, uncertain of where they stood. Last she remembered, she wasn't on the greatest terms with any of McCall's pack. Except maybe Stiles. But even that was shaky.
So when he told her he was glad she was alive, it came as something of a shock. Allison Argent, of all people, had been the only other person who seemed to be anywhere near friendly.