What?

[ stiles is breathless, a little twitchy, eyes darting from her fists to her angry face like he's worried she might actually be going to hit him, or grab him, or something. it's the aggression, paired with the fact that her question makes approximately zero sense. ]

N-no! Hey, I was just — you know, if you'd stuck around and paid attention, maybe you wouldn't be—

[ a broad gesture. whatever this is, scared or confused or confrontational or all three. ]

Don't freak out, okay.