Claire Novak and Malia Tate
Malia emerged from the treeline. She did not appreciate being called out this way. It took everything in her, everything Stiles had taught her, to keep from attacking the girl out right. Instead she walked toward her, hands in view. Not that she couldn't Turn in a millisecond, baring fangs and claws. But for the moment, she was trying not to go that route.
"I'm here same as you," she said. Malia didn't hate people, but she hated having to deal with people. She didn't know how to deal with people she didn't know. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? No matter what she did, it would be wrong. She always chose the wrong thing to say or do.
Being human was hard. "For all I know, you're the one who brought me here," Malia sneered at the other girl.