He doesn't get judgement or irritation or even patronization. She believes him when he says it because he's not like many other humans that she's ever met. He was kind to her, he's not scared of her, and he's the first non-supernatural person to even offer protection to her, regardless of whether or not she needs it.

Malia smiles at him, squeezing his hand a little before pulling.

"Cool," she says, and then realizes something. "I should introduce you to the pack." Not her pack. Malia knows she's never truly going to be a part of it, that she's always going to be an outsider, regardless of whether or not she's related to the current Alpha. She still feels like an outsider, but she also knows the pack can keep Stiles safe better than she can by herself.