Stiles steps back, thumb pointing back towards the bleachers behind him.

"I"ll be there, shouting something. You can count on that." Synchronized cheering doesn't seem to be a big thing with this crowd, not unless there's a particularly exciting play, but there are pockets, here and there. Enough that he can pick up a thread of the different chants that makes it way around the hangar.

He pauses, rocking slightly. "Try not to bruise the other team too much. You'll probably never hear the end of it."

And with that, he turns to move up towards the seats.