[ the thud on his back makes stiles make an "oof" noise, and he coughs loudly a couple of times, but straightens up and looks up to get an eyeful of familiar werewolf.

ok. not the werewolf he'd love to see, admittedly, but at least it's someone from home. ] Isaac? [ he clears his throat, makes sure he's not hallucinating this (a quick glance down to his hands is ten fingers) and wipes the remains of the drink from his mouth. ]

I just got kidnapped, so, you know, just another day in the life. Peachy. [ he sets the offending drink down, just in case it tries to kill him again. ] Did you get dragged here too...?