There was a lot of relief at the fact that Warrior Maiden over there both knew Emma's name and put the sword away. Jesus, Stiles was never going anywhere by himself ever again. Ever.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” He scrambled to his feet, putting a hand on the wall to steady himself while he caught his breath finally. “Emma Swan.” God, he was gonna bring Emma a big thing of coffee and a tonne of doughnuts for this. Just you watch him. He definitely owed her one.
“I'm Stiles, by the way,” he said. “I work with Emma. Um. For Emma.” He eyed the sword at her belt again. “Um. Are you gonna pull that out again? Because uh, you know, you do you and whatever, but I'm not a pincushion.” He straightened up, pulling his hand away from the wall. “And, um, if you could? I'd love a warning or something, seriously, I don't want to die.”