Derek reaches up to scratch his stubble with one hand, careful to avoid the still-bruised part of his face from the Running of the Halls. "Used to it might be a stretch," he says quietly, following her lead and moving casually closer until they've got their arms touching. It's easier to be quiet when he knows for sure she can hear him and vise versa. "Kinda hard to get used to a place when your entire genetic makeup is altered on you and you've got to deal with a species change on top of abrupt relocation to Special Hell," he adds because maybe knowing that he's not a werewolf; not a threat will ease the tension between them. He can't hurt her the way he could as a werewolf because now they're on an even playing ground. Except Allison's always been human, she's got nothing to adjust to in that sense, so really...she has the upper hand here. He's not worth hunting, she's not worth hurting. They both win.

Look, he knows he and Allison have no love lost between them and he feels much the same about Lydia, but if the four of them can stomach working together rather than the girls and Stiles and then Derek and Stiles, maybe they can find a way out of here sooner. Maybe the reason everyone is still here is because almost no one seems to know others from home like they do, from what little he's gathered so far. Maybe no one trusts any other Specials enough to venture into that territory. Stiles is amiable and Derek, Allison, and Lydia don't have to trust each other to work well together and all three of them know that from experience, so they have what Derek perceives to be an advantage.

"Did they fill your head with a bunch of bullshit, too, before releasing you into the wild?" he asks, curious whether she was indoctrinated with the same party line or something different. Or nothing at all. Maybe she was so grateful to be alive that she didn't push back and she hadn't been subjected to repeated viewings of that stupid orientation video at all.