She was open to suggestion. Stiles liked that. He could understand the reasons for not taking a population census, but he personally felt the risk was far outweighed by the rewards. Then again, he wasn't in charge. (And he could always quietly compile his own list, without probing in with questions. Right?)
"I get the focus on going home and that's great, but from a realistic point of view, I mean--we're not going home right now. We're stuck here." He poked a finger in his curly fries and looked up at Emma, tipping his head slightly to the side. "I don't mean to be negative but if we're stuck here, it's great to try and get home, but we have a more pressing concern in reality."
The truth was that while Stiles hadn't given up on going home, his practicality insisted that they weren't safe here and safety was a higher concern than getting home. "And to be quite honest, I read Elizabeth's theory and I got a headache. Science like that is great and I'm sure there are actual scientists, so they can go handle that." If he applied himself, Stiles was sure he'd figure it out. He usually could; he was a smart kid. But even he had a limit.
"I want to help where I can. And where I can, I think, is here. Safety first so the smarter people can figure out what Quantum Leap shit is going on." He scratched the back of his neck. "Especially if my friends show up."