And not even an overbrewed coffee to break things up a little, he thinks as he walks away. There's not much else to say, now that they'd decided on what to do. Yeah, it's based on the Computer's terms, and it's rules, and it's decisions, which are seemingly senseless, but... And it's a big but, leading to a train of thought that probably isn't all that safe to begin with.

Stiles puts it aside for now, there'll be time to revisit it.

Eventually, he reaches Gabi, or who they presume to be Gabi. She'd slowed down when she'd seen them coming, or rather, she had seen Stiles coming, Cisco following at his more sedate pace.

"Yes?" She addresses Cisco first, though she eyes Stiles too, unsure about what they want. "Is there something I could help you with?" There's a stern edge to her voice, implying that they had better not be wasting her time.

"My name's Stiles, he's Cisco," He keeps his voice low, waving towards Cisco. "We're supposed to be shadowing someone. You wouldn't happen to be called Gabi, would you?"

From the way her expression shifts, Stiles knows she recognizes their names, though she doesn't look in any way reassured. That does not seem promising.

She's been here long enough to know what the Anti-Mutant hate group are capable of, two REDs probably seem a paltry defense. Even a whole squad of them night not feel like enough.

"That's me," Gabi answers. "You both better come along then."