[ she ignores that text because either way, they're heroes and it's begging. but hey, maybe there's a favor she could offer in return. it's something to sleep on. all of it in favor of meeting him at the lifts in a timely manner because she wants to get back to gardens, and Lydia. and offense to Stiles (she's sure he'll be the best blanket in the mean time) but it doesn't sit right distancing herself when she can help.

even when this ishelping in a slightly more productive way.

assuming Isaac isn't isolating her from the crowds to kill her. not that she thinks being a werewolf makes him a bad person (hello, the example of Scott? he's great) but he wouldn't be unwarranted so it's a worry that sticks to her. ] Ready or not, here we come.

[ not the best greeting, but it works better than please let me make it up to you. ]

[ Allison's heartbeat is a steady quick beat when she comes within range of Isaac's hearing. Perks of being a werewolf, that.

He waves at her with a flick of his hand. ]

Dude, calm down. I'm not gonna bite. [ In hindsight it's a poor choice of words, but what can one do? He punches at the lift interface panels, anyway. ] Or claw, for that matter.

You sure you're okay leaving Lydia with the nerd herd?

[ she restrains herself and doesn't roll her eyes. there are a number of things she's worried about. firstly, the engine and the electricity and anything and everything that ties into that. what does it mean for them, and can the crew fix it? everything else comes and goes. his reassurance isn't as comforting as it would be coming from Scott but beggars can't be choosers now, can they? ]

If there's one person I trust with Lydia that cares about her safety and well-being as much as I do, it's Stiles. [ half in love with Lydia Martin is what he's been since the second she met him. she doesn't expect that to change but if it does (or has) he still has the most wisdom. the best judgment. and he cares about her. concern doesn't stop after infatuation leaves. ] It's the rest of the crew they're down there with that I'm less positive about. Some of them react under pressure like we do and the others are totally unpredictable.

[ For his part, Isaac couldn't care any less than he already does for the rest of the ship; call it a bit cold, but getting burned by experience makes one picky about the people one cares about. It's just easier this way, right?

Okay, so maybe this isn't too accurate, but the thought sticks. ]

Yeah, I don't trust most of them, either. Some are cool, but I'm not putting my life in their hands any time soon. At least we have Derek for now, right?

[ The doors slide open, and Isaac waves towards it. ] Ladies first.