"Uh, sure," he agrees. The second word comes out decisively. Stiles gives the plastic water coolers lining the far end of the room a glance; they'd been there since the games started, and are probably empty, there's nobody even around them now. "Getting out of here's better than listening whatever water cooler gossip gets passed around the place. It's almost like a pack of starving wolves, how people pass on stuff about the newest vids and things. You know?"

As far as secret messages go, well, subtlety isn't his strong point - but it helps that it can be dismissed as just a turn of phrase. Stiles gets to his feet, edging towards the sidelines. He has to ask a couple of people to move so he doesn't step on them, but eventually he gets out to the little walkway marked off just for that purpose. It went all the way around the room.

"Do you have any place in mind? Because I've found that picking a direction and walking works just as well." Learning some of the areas he hadn't been through yet at his own pace, and he'd stayed within his clearance zone too.