Almost immediately, Stiles feels a prick of guilt. He isn't exactly known for being a warm and fuzzy guy most of the time, but he probably could have been nicer, all things considered. After a moment's hesitation, though, he swallows the feeling down and moves on.

"What, like a dinosaur or Godzilla? I guess that's one way this place could actually get weirder," he says with a mirthless snort, ignoring the frisson of anxiety the idea sparks under his skin, like the precursor to a really bad rash.