Willow stares up at him for a long moment. Trauma and Deerington seemed to go hand in hand, and it looks like Trench is taking a page from the same book after the last few months being relatively tame. There's nothing to be done about it, though, except for try to press through and try to get out of it in one piece.

She pauses a moment longer before sniffing around the floor again, and picking a direction, and heading off down the hall. She pauses, and glances back to make sure Stiles is coming along. She's not leaving him behind.