[ in the moment, allison doesn't care much about where their relationship stands. as far as she's concerned, derek is just an ally. someone she recognizes, someone she knows. someone who she can go to, in a situation like this, and who will help. because there's no way that derek could want to be in this situation any more than she wants to be here.
if she wasn't so determined and so frustrated with her current issue of finding any way out of this freaking hotel, she'd pick up on cues. on the tension to derek's shoulder, on the way he stares at her with something that she might have recognized as shock. allison's gotten better at reading people, especially people she actually knows more than just a pasing glance, but that's not important.
allison needs answers. she needs to get out of here.
derek seems almost at a loss for words at first, and when allison comes to a stop in front of him, she almost comments on it. almost. except he starts in the moment she thinks about it - hotel, suitcase, room, all things she already knows - and allison frowns. she could tell him how unhelpful all that is, except for that addition he leaves at the end. if i knew more, i'd tell you and maybe she's more willing to trust him than she thought when she actually believes him. ]
There's no door. Or phones, or identification info. [ she looks back over to where the desk is and bites at her lower lip, trying to think. ] Did you wake up in the hallway upstairs too? [ it has to be something from the nogitsune, the oni. some kind of magic that's forcing a hallucination, maybe? but why a hotel? and looks back to derek and finds that he looks normal now - not tense, not like he's at a loss as what to say.
for half a second, she wonders if she's imaging all of this. if this is supposed to be a dream. but why derek? why this?
her eyes widen when he mentions scott, and something about someone who looks like stiles but whose name is thomas, and she shakes her head. ] You're the first person I've found. [ they can deal with the not-stiles later. they can deal with the answers bit when she finds scott. ] Where's Scott's room?
razzle dazzle?
if she wasn't so determined and so frustrated with her current issue of finding any way out of this freaking hotel, she'd pick up on cues. on the tension to derek's shoulder, on the way he stares at her with something that she might have recognized as shock. allison's gotten better at reading people, especially people she actually knows more than just a pasing glance, but that's not important.
allison needs answers. she needs to get out of here.
derek seems almost at a loss for words at first, and when allison comes to a stop in front of him, she almost comments on it. almost. except he starts in the moment she thinks about it - hotel, suitcase, room, all things she already knows - and allison frowns. she could tell him how unhelpful all that is, except for that addition he leaves at the end. if i knew more, i'd tell you and maybe she's more willing to trust him than she thought when she actually believes him. ]
There's no door. Or phones, or identification info. [ she looks back over to where the desk is and bites at her lower lip, trying to think. ] Did you wake up in the hallway upstairs too? [ it has to be something from the nogitsune, the oni. some kind of magic that's forcing a hallucination, maybe? but why a hotel? and looks back to derek and finds that he looks normal now - not tense, not like he's at a loss as what to say.
for half a second, she wonders if she's imaging all of this. if this is supposed to be a dream. but why derek? why this?
her eyes widen when he mentions scott, and something about someone who looks like stiles but whose name is thomas, and she shakes her head. ] You're the first person I've found. [ they can deal with the not-stiles later. they can deal with the answers bit when she finds scott. ] Where's Scott's room?