The hunter gives the most incredibly sceptical look to the boy. “Son,” he says, official patience dripping off every word, “just step out of the way.” It rather spoils his attitude when he keeps chasing and reaching for her around the stranger.
She presses herself against the stranger’s back, terrified, wishing she could just close her eyes and make this all go away. The hunter finally realises he’s not going to get her that way, and goes back to trying to coax the boy to get out of the way.
For some reason, it annoys him that he’s being called “son” by a stranger. It could sound rather fond coming from someone else, but it sounds demeaning when it comes from his mouth. He’s sure it’s meant to sound that way, but it’s just rather annoying in the first place.
He feels her press against his back tightly, not even sure about how to solve this situation. They could run off, but Stiles doesn’t have a single clue on how fast he can run compared to the other. The gears in his head are spinning, the ones that make mischief, and they are attempting to come up with a solid plan to get them out of this.
The hunter reaches out to clasp Stiles’ shoulder, and that’s when he notices that she’s almost wrapped around the tall teenager. The hunter’s mouth compresses, ends turning down. “You’ve been contaminated,” he says, sounding resigned. “I’m going to have to take you both into custody. Come on down to the station with me.”