With a slow nod, Stiles seems to accept the explanation. But under the surface, he's picking apart the threads of her words. Something isn't adding up, though he doesn't want to pressure her into telling him more than she wants to. Stiles will simply need to figure it out on his own; nothing he's not used to.

"Sorry, I guess I misunderstood what you said that night."

A pause.

"Wait. He uses the boys as runners? Just how old are these kids!?"