If there was one thing that Erica could say, it was that these werewolf senses were a kick. Even in this brand new and strange place, she could smell the familiar scent of exhaust and duct tape, her ears picking up the sound of a jeep that was kept going way past its prime.
That jeep reminded her of home so much it almost hurt.
It was nothing, however, compared to when she noted that it was pulled over... and one Stiles Stilinski himself was appearing from the interior.
Erica was so damn shocked she almost moved to him and hugged him.
Almost.
"Well," she started instead, forcing herself to hold her ground and affect a slightly annoyed look, "wouldn't you know it? I end up in Wonderland and here you still are. If I'm supposed to be Alice, who are you supposed to be? You need a brain, heart, or courage? Gotta say, if it was multiple choice, I'd probably have to pick option D; all of the above."
Which, wasn't actually true. Erica had seen Stiles at his best. He was smart, he was caring, and the boy had so much damn courage she sometimes wondered how many times a minute he crossed that line that separated bravery and stupidity. She was not, however, about to admit that while she was still getting her bearings. She was not about to appear weak in front of him, of all people.
Even if he'd already seen her that way once before.