"Well, I appreciate it." The gun she might be able to handle. Glowing eyes and fangs? Not exactly her area of expertise. Having Stiles around did make her feel safer. Not that she really needed someone to help her feel safe... but she couldn't complain.
"My mom died when I was about fourteen," she admitted softly. She didn't like talking about her mom. "Then it was just me and my older sister, and my dad. But I didn't spend a whole lot of time with him." She and her dad were definitely not close.