Thomas moves out of the way before he can be shoved, mostly from instinct, jumping back to standing up, but. Before he can properly react, the name "Stilinski" comes out of the guy's mouth and Thomas's eyes pinch shut. Not this again, god. He sighs, heavily, dropping his shoulders and any of the fight in his stance.

"You're one of Stiles's friends." He'd be happy to point this one his way, it sounds like, "From--what, Beacon Hills, right?"