"Fair enough," she says, raising her hands in a surrender gesture. But her eyes are drawn quickly towards the piece of paper in his hand, trembling slightly in the breeze off the Thames.

Odd, she thinks, as she takes the paper. He means well, for a cop. She's got pepper spray on her keychain, but she's got more lethal things up her sleeve, too, if need-be. But it's still good to have. Maybe she could pass it on to Stiles... Poor bloke needed all the safety he could get.

"I'll see if I can make it, Officer...?"