Uh, most people would have, yeah.

[ Stiles takes a moment to ball up his shirt’s long-sleeve in a hand, then blearily rub at his eyes with it. Tonight’s adventure is definitely going to take its toll on him later. Squinting, he checks the time on the car’s dashboard. ]

I mean, who the hell would stop to help some random guy without shoes, wandering the streets after 2:30? No one. Except other weirdos.