[Stiles turns back to look at the doors, studying them intently and then biting down hard on his tongue as he pulls a knife out of his belt, jimmying it between them.]
Yeah, well, I'm not really a wait and see kind of guy.
[And he also doesn't depend on anyone else to rescue him anymore. That's half the purpose of him staying gone as long as he has. Maybe not half. A quarter. But it's been in there, mixed up with all the other reasons he's been away.]