"Stiles," he tells her. He hauls the bags he's carrying up to the counter. "And take your time. I mean, I'm sure you want me out of here as soon as possible, but I really appreciate the hospitality."
He glances at the bags, but he has no idea where to put anything even if he took it out of the bags. He decides he'll just step back, and let her handle the groceries.
"I mean, I'd probably freeze if I had to sit out there in the jeep."