"A little, you could say I don't always have the best filter when it comes to questions like that," he admits, shrugging one shoulder. He checks to make sure Gabi's busy with her kitchen preparations before continuing: "Pretty sure I'd have gotten more crap for it if you'd actually laughed." He looks back at Cisco, giving his a half-smile. "You're not so bad yourself, even if we met on the local equivalent of a group project."

Stiles gives a little pause when Cisco asks for permission; that does make their job easier. He follows him towards the bedroom, poking around the windows. They don't open, so don't serve as good points of entry, but if Gabi asks, they can say they looked it over.

A lot of her personal effects are laid out on the bedside table, and a collection of pens, some in pieces clutter the small desk nearby. He leaves those alone, it's too easy to leave something out of place.

"Yeah," Stiles agrees. "I'm going to have to keep reminding myself not to get to comfortable. They really give a lot of incentive to try to work for the higher clearance levels."