Kenzi is desperately tempted to call her relatives who are a little more important than bus-boy and mob runner and ask them to pretty please figure this out for her. But, even if she was desperate enough, they were more loyal to her mother and step-father than to her. With her cousins she could at least convince them not to rat out where she was. She didn't mind her mother knowing she was doing alright. She just couldn't know where she was.

"Stiles can suck it until we figure this shit out. Do you wanna stay at my place just in case?"

Ignoring the fact that a vampire fucking busted in and stole about 30% of the loot she took from Carmilla.

There's also the quiet incentive to keep that from happening to Nancy too. Especially since she has repeat customers who are vamps. She's just happy it hasn't happened yet.