Cora doesn't know Stiles, not really. She's not blind, or an idiot, though. He's alone. He's at a coffee shop. He probably was waiting for someone. So, his answer does cause the werewolf's right brow to lift slightly, particularly as he looks at his watch.
"You guess not...stood up, then?" Cora asks before shoving another bit of pastry in her mouth as she shrugs. She's not really sure how it's going. She doesn't want to be in Beacon Hills. This place has too many memories, too much insanity, and too many wannabe heroes for her, generally speaking. And yet here she is....because Derek.
"It's Beacon Hills, how do you think it's going?" Cora picks her her coffee up and takes a sip before putting it back in the same spot from before. "I haven't been back long."