It's almost like a switch; the moment that Derek's name is mentioned, Allison's expression shifts. It's not a glare, like it would have been a few months ago, but her smile falters enough to make it obvious that there is some sort of recognition from her at the mention of the werewolf. Allison doesn't hate him how she did, once upon a time, but he's still the one that gave her mother the bite that made her kill herself. He's still the one that, to her, took advantage of misguided teenagers for his own selfish reasons.

He's also the one that Scott trusted, and someone she was forced to work with, so... Again, she doesn't hate him, but she's also not his biggest fan.

"Yeah, I do. You guys are friends?"

With a nod as if to say she understands, Allison smiles. "Wow. I don't think we have anything like that where I'm from, but that sounds pretty cool."