Yeah, I've talked to some people. But, no one... [ Scott makes an aborted gesture. Pack, Beacon Hills, take your pick. He's going to go out looking again once his heart calms down and he can focus his weakened senses better.

His eyes fall to where Derek has stowed the gun - that's so surreal, still - but he looks back up at the other werewolf. Someone who looks like Stiles? ] He's... Not like the nogitsune, is he? Could you catch anything about his scent?

[ Also asking if Derek feels as different as he does without asking it, but he does at least crack a little smile for a second. Alpha pride, maybe, until he's asked if he's okay. Eyeing the suitcase, Scott brings it over and inserts the date again to reopen it, showing him the contents. ]