Don't be Stiles, Cisco thinks when he sees the younger man approaching. Don't be Stiles, Stiles needs to be a hot gir—

Stiles it not a hot girl. Son of a...

Clearing his throat, Cisco pushes himself upright from having been leaning against a wall and he smiles, holding a hand out to shake. "That's me. I take it you're Stiles." It doesn't escape Cisco's notice that they're both wearing RED. Great, he can't even knock the guy out and steal his jumpsuit for easier access to the parts of the building he'd like to sneak into while they're in a restricted area. Come on, Friend Computer, don't you trust Cisco?

"Is it normal to be assigned a mission on like...day two around here? I'm still trying to get acclimated, I don't know where pretty much anything is, man, so my apologies ahead of time but I'm probably gonna lean pretty hard on you for that stuff. Hope that's cool," he says. If only he knew that Stiles is even newer than he is, which is saying a lot considering he just got out of indoctrination orientation yesterday.