He hates to separate again when he honestly has no idea, with as many people as there are in the Complex, whether or when he'll see her again, but it's getting late and after all the trouble he and Stiles went through trying to figure out the idiotic train system to get back to the Wagon Wheel on time, he's not trying to get hit with that sleep aid gas while he's in the common room, if they run it through the whole building. Even the abandoned warehouse would've been a better fate than that.

So he's dragging ass, but he's going as they move down the hall and he smiles a little at her question, shaking his head. "I'm fine," he promises her. Derek doesn't need her worrying anymore about the burn. Yeah it was hot and yeah it hurt like hell for the first few seconds, but he was fine a few minutes later and he's still fine, now.

"I didn't mind," he says with a little grin, nudging her shoulder with his own. "Which room is yours?" he asks as they near the part of the hall where the Specials all seemed to be grouped together, from what Derek can tell.