A stare down, huh? Whoa buddy, Stiles was more than capable of delivering and not backing down from that only-slightly-intimidating glare, Brows Of Doom or not. Stiles stared right back, his own eyebrows furrowing the moment Derek made a suggestion. "Hate to break it to ya, buddy, but you already lost round one, what kind of distraction can you offer?" he retorted, wanting to sigh in exasperation but knowing it would do little more than create even more frustration for all currently present.
Finally adhering to his better sense of self-preservation and ignoring his stubbornness, Stiles backed off for the moment long enough to stand back up and retrieve his phone from his pocket. He didn't know what it was Shauna thought she could do here, but if she wanted to deal with a broody werewolf, better her than him.
It only took a moment to fire off a quick series of texts to both Scott and his dad -- worst case scenario: they died, but at least someone would know where to find his body -- and then Stiles was turning to Thing Two. "You are...?" He'd seen him a few times around school now, but couldn't recall having any classes with the redhead, and since they were all flirting with the same threat of danger at the moment, what better way to go out than by getting to know the last people on Earth you'd ever talk to.