"Well I appreciate it," Because she didn't have to be here. Stiles of all people knew that Lydia didn't do anything she didn't want to do--which meant that some part of her wanted to help him.

He would take what he could get.

"And no, not really. I mean, it's part of my innate charm. You know, the flailing, the falling." A self-deprecating smirk hits his lips as he shrugs.

"Considering I don't play--I mean yes, yes we do." Stiles scooted his chair closer to her, dropping his voice. "They keep the room with the files locked up--I know the orderly that has the keys, though."