This is Stiles’ second secondhand bicycle since arriving in London. The first was brutally pulverized into a mangled heap of metal and plastic by Trevor’s whimsy. So when Stiles realizes that he’s crashed into another car, his first thought is “NOT THIS TIME YOU MONSTER.” Which is why he’s managed to drag the bike up onto the hood of the driver’s car. Can’t run it down now can you. When he realizes who the victim/potential bike murderer is, however, the blood in his veins goes cold as ice.

“Is the guy who threw me into a coat closet really asking me that!?” he demands in return, trying to get the car’s windshield wiper unstuck from his bike’s tire. “And you stopped so suddenly! You should pay more attention!”