Without properly meaning to, Stiles jerked a little as Elizabeth cut herself. He cleared his throat and looked away a little, left hand going to scratch right behind his ear. "Are you... uh, are you okay, Elizabeth?" he asked. The feeling that something wasn't right was crawling up his spine a little harder now, making him feel jittery and on edge.
"Uh, right, tests." He shook the cannister a little more. "There's hardly any in here. I think it'd actually be better to see if we can find a rowan tree around here and take it down. We may even be able to construct reusable protective circles out of the wood." If, of course, the tests proved viable. "Besides, the ash I have here may not even be as effective as a native tree's would be."
Or, if they were extremely unlucky, his would be the only ash that worked--or neither ash would work at all. He rubbed his face, jumpy mood ratcheting up a notch. Maybe today just wasn't the right kind of day for this. Or maybe this place. Marrowood, just wasn't the right kind of place for it. Then again, it didn't really seem like the right kind of place for anything.
"Look, if this is a bad time--I can always come back later. I have stuff at the station to do, probably. Arrest records, information to sort, boards to make--" In truth, Stiles really didn't want to leave and come back later, and he didn't want to leave just then. Besides, he was set to meet Daenerys later that day, anyway, and leaving and coming back wasn't going to be a good option. But if Elizabeth and Booker were having a rough time of it, maybe pushing it back a couple of days wouldn't be a bad idea.