[God, there is so much here that isn't making sense, but then does make sense. It's like all of his annoying rambling, while completely frustrating her, is filling in those blanks. Things she thinks she knew, thinks she had sorted out and now it's all sliding into these gaping holes.

No, some things don't make sense, but Jackson yelling at her, telling her that she took something from him. That's clear. That's clear as day.]

Got what he wanted. [She nods.] Right. [Less nodding, more walking away from Stiles. It's not on purpose, but she thinks better if she can keep things moving. Forward momentum is good for the mind. It motivates her. Makes her think less of what's behind her.]

No, it didn't happen for me yet. [She states it and then whips around, so if he was following her there is definitely space needed and she will shove. She has no issue with that.]

Which means whatever took us, whatever half-assed attempt at kidnapping, but dropping us into a new location where we apparently have zero actual restrictions except where the population's minority, also has the ability to interfere with timelines which is clearly mostly theoretical at this point. Not here, of course, but back where we're from.

[Why is she bothering explaining it to him like this.]

Look, what happened with Jackson? Tell me everything. [And yes. Right here. In public. Right now.]