Stiles glowers at Scott and Allison from where he's stood at the cashier.

Okay, he appreciates the fact that they have actually bothered to ask him to come along with them - him and Scott haven't exactly been on the close side as of late (Stiles blames Derek) - but could they leave the whole touchy-feely thing till, like, after he's fully digested his food?

Huffing, Stiles counts his change. Scott will probably maul him - literally - if he doesn't have enough to pay.

"Third-wheeling?" A voice next to him in the queue asks.

Stiles jumps and there's quite a bit of undignified flailing involved. "Jesus!"

"Oh God, sorry! Didn't mean to scare you. Though, I do that a lot, my boss probably hates me for it."

She's babbling. Whoever she is. Stiles hasn't seen her before.

He laughs it off. "S'fine. And tell me about it.". He nods towards Scott and Allison. "Those two can not take their hands of each-other." He adds with a long-suffering sigh.

"Oh I know, I've seen it first hand." She smiles a little at the two, then slides her gaze back to Stiles. "Felicity, by the way."

"Uh, Stiles. You new here? Its just, haven't seen you around before."

Felicity smiles sadly at him. "I don't live here; I'm from Starling City."

Stiles eyes bug out. "Oh, wow. Jesus -" he doesn't know what to say to that.
The Starling City 'Undertaking' has been all over the news and there's been more than one night when his father has made a passing comment about how sorry he felt for the people in The Glades. "I'm sorry."

Again, she smiles at him. "Ah, don't be. Not much anyone could do about it." She's quiet for a second. "My boss must be beating himself up about it."

"Your boss?"

"Mmm. He, well, tried to stop it, but, um..." Felicity's voice fails for a moment. "It didn't make much of a difference."

Stiles winces. He feels sorry for the woman next to him, wonders how the hell he would cope if Beacon Falls fell into the ground.
Not an area he wants to think about, really.

Felicity orders her food and Stiles notices her nod towards a man at a table who looks rather like a bodyguard and someone he'd consider to be a werewolf (the whole Alpha thing has made him extremely anxious about new people in town). There seems to be a 'Map of The World' spread out in front of him, too. Stiles doesn't even want to know why.

"Guess I'll see you round." Felicity's starting to walk away.

Stiles offers her a small smile. "Yeah, see ya."

He asks his dad about the Undertaking, later that night. Sheriff Stilinski purses his lips and frowns.

"I don't know much, son. All that's been said is mostly FBI confidential; but what I've heard is some guy wanted to avenge the death of his wife by laying the Starling City Glades."

Stiles' eyebrows shoot up. "Or in short terms, a manic destroyed a whole part of a city and killed thousands of people." He pauses. "Well, that much be a lovely place to live."

"Actually, it is." His fathers says absently. "Your second-cousins Oliver and Thea live up there."