She turned her attention back to Stiles, listening when he spoke. In all honesty, the two of them weren't on the best of terms when he saved her the last time she saw him, but she was pretty sure she owed him her life.
Hearing that he thought it was a good thing that he'd run into her had a smile crossing her features. One that was reminiscent of the old Erica.
"Just kind of... exploring. Figured I should see what was in store for me for a while. See if I couldn't find a place for... you know." Erica still needed to find her anchor. She wasn't certain where to find it, wasn't sure what to grab onto and utilize. She didn't have the same anger as Isaac. She didn't have a specific target for revenge for what happened to her. She could count the people that meant something to her on one hand and was pretty sure that she meant something to even less of them.
It was all frustrating, but she was determined to find it. She couldn't miss work at the diner forever, after all. And she refused to be a slave to the moon forever.