Once they were in the waiting room, Natasha nudged the door shut, then studied Stiles for a moment. She could read the guilt and pain all over his face, and the fear for his friend. Giving him a soft smile, she nodded for him to take a seat, then twisted a chair over to place it in front of him so she could sit as well.
"I need to know what happened, and where," she said, her voice and eyes soft. "What can you tell me?"