Stiles had gotten used to walking around Lawrence since he didn't have his jeep. Sure, with the money that Lydia had wished for the last time she was here, he could have gotten a vehicle of some kind, but he hadn't. He wasn't sure he wanted to drive something other than his jeep. Sure it was old and kind of beat up, but he was still attached to it.
Besides. Walking helped him clear his head. He made his way through the town, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. He'd been back to town for a couple weeks now and he hadn't done much of anything. The grounding was over, which was good, but he felt like he was at a loss for what to do now. He knew he couldn't just up and leave town again. He wouldn't need to, theoretically, considering he was going to be working at the Magic Center and he'd have access to a lot of research materials he didn't have access to before.
He paused when he caught sight of a blonde woman in the middle of the cemetery. He didn't, however, notice the gun she was holding. Yet.
"Hey. Are you okay?" he asked, pausing on the sidewalk. This was the place that people kept waking up in when they arrived from other worlds, after all.