Oh--my god! [ jesus, maybe he's too jumpy, because there was definitely someone next to him and he didn't even notice. stiles jerks and that comes out of his mouth after a loud, hacking cough. he thumps on his own chest a couple of times, clearing his throat and wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling impressively like an absolute moron as he eyeballs the drink that he's now convinced is evil. ]

Yeah-yeah, yeah, I'm good. Hoooo. [ another little cough. Now that he's at least breathing again, he can properly survey his new companion, and he looks at her, then back out to the room, eventually adding on wryly: ] If I drop dead from poison in the next five minutes, I can totally count on you as a witness, right?