Stiles | Lydia
Stiles. [She says his name softly with a little frown, closing her eyes and sighing as she sets the tablet down on her lap so she can reach into the bag and get paper towels out. She opens them and starts to wipe down her face, looking back at him.]
Alright. [She sounds like she's saying it grudgingly,] I'll be more careful. I'm not promising anything because if it's necessary then I'm going to put myself into danger, but I'll try to be more cautious.