Erica blinked, canting her head to the side slowly and looking at Stiles like he'd grown another head. "Run with them on the next full moon? Did you forget the part where I haven't exactly found my anchor yet and am a furry killing machine hell-bent on pulling a Dahmer on anyone within catching range when the full moon hits?" Surely, not... but then again, he had been with the wolves who had an anchor already. Maybe he just forgot.
Still, he was still standing there teasing her. Flirting, maybe? Was this how he flirted? Wasn't too bad, she supposed. And it really was kind of precious. "You know what? Why not. It's been a minute since I got to feel the wind around me." Being stuck in a bank vault for three months meant no outside. No wind. No rain. No moon. It had been stifling and she was so glad to be outside again. So much so that she would likely be spending a lot of time outside... or with her windows open.