Derek's eyes widen a little as he nods his agreement. "I can't stand these goddamn things. Back home, I'm picky as hell about my clothes." And he is. He practically lives in Henleys, if not wife beaters. This jumpsuit leaves a lot to be desired and not just in the fact that it's ugly as hell. If Derek was less lost in his own head right then, he probably would've noticed something was juuuust a little off about their conversation, but that's entirely lost on him.

Taking Alcide's hand, Derek smiles and shakes it. "Derek Hale," he says, since the other guy gave both names and Derek had only given his first. "Nice to meet you," he says. Which, okay, is probably a little bit weird considering they've been living in the same room for a couple of days, already, but to be fair, this is technically the first time they're actually introducing themselves to each other.

"I'm not sure it isn't," Derek mutters under his breath. He clears his throat a little and nods toward the camera on the wall. Tread lightly, the look on his face warns, because he's not exactly keen on the idea of being questioned and he gets the feeling that if one of them gets in trouble, they all get in trouble. "Or a trashy reality show I forgot I signed up for."