[I wish I hadn't heard about it, he thinks but doesn't say, biting back the panic, think logically, Stiles. Think. The nogitsune-- they defeated it, it's stuck in a jar it can't get out of and buried and there's no way it's here and has wormed its way into his head again. There's. No. Way.

So he swallows and nods to acknowledge Lea's introduction, offering his own in words that are halting still, but less panicked.] Stiles. It's Stiles.

[And while working together with a guy he's just met doesn't sound like the pinnacle of sensible thinking, he's really out of other options here... and Lea doesn't make his "there's something about him that bugs me" senses go off, so.]

Okay. At least as long as- [he pauses, starting the sentence again] I need to get back to where I was, before- that. [A wave of his hand towards the morgue.] All my stuff was in there, and I'm not just gonna leave it there for someone to take! If they haven't been taken already.