Isaac's getting used to this place. He's getting used to being pitied by the bartenders and the waitresses, getting used to feeling guilty for not going back to Beacon Hills, and he's even almost used to the weird doors to the weirder places. He's not entirely sure he was ready for a blonde girl rambling on a Stiles Stilinski level five of rambling holding a stake in her hand.

"Uh," is all he manages. "What did Keanu do to you?" he asks, hoping this story doesn't end with him bleeding from somewhere.