She shakes her head, red strands sliding around her face. Even if she could speak, she’s not sure she could find the right words to explain the prejudice contained in the hunter’s use of the word ‘contaminated’.
The hunter gestures for Stiles to come along. “You’re going to have to come with me, now, both of you. Come on. That’s an order. Down to the police station.”
When she shakes her head at him, Stiles doesn’t understand what she means at all by it. It could mean that she won’t tell him, or she doesn’t know, or she can’t speak…endless possibilities are present. However, now he’s focused on the hunter and how he’s determined on taking both of them to the police station. Where his father works.
Even though it could technically be more smart to find his father at the station, he ends up darting off in another direction, hoping she follows after him. He pulls out his phone, calling Scott and hoping to God that he answers.
“Hey, stop!” the hunter shouts after them, but she’s already taken to her heels after the helpful stranger. It’s the adrenalin that allows that; she knows she’ll pay for this energy later, probably at a very steep cost, but whatever the cost it will still be lower than the hunter catching her.
She just hopes the stranger knows what he’s doing.
He does seem to have latched on to a good idea here, though, because the hunter doesn’t even try to chase them.