Stiles has been staring out the window, holding his whiskey and not even drinking it - for once, more absorbed in thought than the thought of the free/illegal (in more ways than one!) booze. Not that he's a historical expert, but where they are is definitely not in question, or when. It's more a question of why.

If Dean and Castiel weren't there with their experience with Darrow, he'd worry that they were just stuck like they were in Darrow. He never thought he'd miss the place, but he guesses stranger things have happened.

He looks up when Derek talks to him, blinking a few times to clear his head before reaching up and taking off his cap, tossing it by Derek's fedora and sighing. His shoulders sag and he throws his hands up, feeling a bit helpless. "I don't... I dunno, man. I mean, the weirdest shit that's happened to me so far before this was killer creepy stuffed animal robots. I've never been Deloreaned."

He looks over at Dean and Castiel, sighing. "So it's like... is it an experiment? Do we get rewarded when we find the cheese?" The thought makes him a little sick, but he pushes past it. "I mean, we weren't doing anything special when we got here. Just leaving the Coffee Bean. What about you, where were you?" He looks over at Castiel, trying to fit things together even as he talks it out.