Cisco holds both hands up after setting his plate down again, a defensive gesture that couples with an apologetic smile. "All right, all right, I got it. Sorry," he replies, his tone genial.
While Stiles starts to move toward the living room, Cisco opts to stay put, because like hell is he going to put himself in the position of spilling something in her pristine apartment in a place where there's carpet rather than linoleum. It'll be a lot easier to clean up if he makes a mess in here. He has a feeling there's a reason Gabi didn't tell them to make themselves at home, in addition to starting to eat.
As he's shoveling food into his mouth, Cisco's eyebrows lift. He swallows his bite and shakes his head. "Trust me, man. I'm all about things not getting complicated. I just know what I'm used to back home and when there's a calm like this, there usually closely follows a storm. I think it might be better to mentally prepare for it than pretend the possibility isn't a thing, that's all." He shrugs and goes back to shoveling more food into his mouth, practically inhaling the dinner she'd left for him, and leaning back a little when he's all but literally cleaned the plate.
"Yes and no," Cisco corrects him. "I think it's less about how she didn't report her powers and more how she's been outed as a mutant. There's a hate group," he says. "And with the information leaked, now they know she's a target for their crimes. I think that's what it's about more than her failure to report. Although, you're right, I imagine that's a thing as well...but I doubt that's within our scope to help with, you know what I mean, man?"
His attention is diverted when he hears the running water of the shower shut off. Cisco looks over at Stiles as he picks up his plate and moves to rinse it off in the sink so that Gabi won't have to before she puts it in the dishwasher. He lowers his voice as he continues, "I just think we need to be kind of hyper-aware now that she's not surrounded by other BLUEs. She's just got us. If anyone was going to make a strike against her, it'd be now; not at her troubleshooting station."
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While Stiles starts to move toward the living room, Cisco opts to stay put, because like hell is he going to put himself in the position of spilling something in her pristine apartment in a place where there's carpet rather than linoleum. It'll be a lot easier to clean up if he makes a mess in here. He has a feeling there's a reason Gabi didn't tell them to make themselves at home, in addition to starting to eat.
As he's shoveling food into his mouth, Cisco's eyebrows lift. He swallows his bite and shakes his head. "Trust me, man. I'm all about things not getting complicated. I just know what I'm used to back home and when there's a calm like this, there usually closely follows a storm. I think it might be better to mentally prepare for it than pretend the possibility isn't a thing, that's all." He shrugs and goes back to shoveling more food into his mouth, practically inhaling the dinner she'd left for him, and leaning back a little when he's all but literally cleaned the plate.
"Yes and no," Cisco corrects him. "I think it's less about how she didn't report her powers and more how she's been outed as a mutant. There's a hate group," he says. "And with the information leaked, now they know she's a target for their crimes. I think that's what it's about more than her failure to report. Although, you're right, I imagine that's a thing as well...but I doubt that's within our scope to help with, you know what I mean, man?"
His attention is diverted when he hears the running water of the shower shut off. Cisco looks over at Stiles as he picks up his plate and moves to rinse it off in the sink so that Gabi won't have to before she puts it in the dishwasher. He lowers his voice as he continues, "I just think we need to be kind of hyper-aware now that she's not surrounded by other BLUEs. She's just got us. If anyone was going to make a strike against her, it'd be now; not at her troubleshooting station."