Nancy's too tired to bother to eavesdrop. Instead, while he speaks, she works on actually waking up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and getting situated. So Stiles was here. Juliet was somewhere. It wasn't too late, and she was in her pajamas. Alright. She can deal with this.

"No problem. Do they need you home any time soon? I could get you cab fare. Or at least something for the tube." It only seemed polite to offer. She'd had men offer her, on the rare occasion when they paid for the night.

"Your grandparents alright?