[Okay. Yeah. Kate is literally setting off every creeper alarm in his head possible. (Even more than Derek did when they first met, which is pretty impressive, to be honest.) Making a disgusted face at the compact (and overall just relieved that she can't see him), Stiles tries to keep any and all grossed out flailing to a minimum--or at least, a quiet minimum--and swallows down the familiar taste of fear and general gross in the back of his mouth.

Also he's officially regretting saying his first name. And wincing every time she says it..]

Your pocket watch thing's on video. [Helpfully.] And--I don't know, maybe I'm just really, really, really unlucky. I conked out in class and then I woke up on that train. [ugh is she flirting with him oh my god this is REALLY GROSS]