Ava honestly doesn't know if she could manage to eat anything right now, but she also doesn't want to be alone either. It's not like she has anywhere else to go and this Stiles kid is at least totally not freaking out at the idea that she has wings and fell through a hole in the universe.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, just ... " She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to think of all the exercises her grandmother made her do to get a handle on her emotions. They always run a little higher for Glays, the strongest side effect of their Calling, but she's always been good at keeping her cool. Usually. Now there are far too many strings of panic for her to keep it together completely, but there's also enough calm for her to manage to draw her wings back into her shoulder blades, giving her the appearance of a normal girl again. She sighs a bit, rolling her shoulders to settle, before opening them to look at him again. "There. Better."