Wiping her hands on her shorts, Roscoe furrowed her brows and leaned her hands on the edge of the jeep. “Um..he shouldn’t be too long? Was there something you needed?“ Okay so maybe Roscoe wasn’t the best at conversations as she’d only had Stiles, Scott, and the Sheriff to talk to since becoming…human. “You seem familiar. I feel like I’ve seen you before.“
He grimaced pursing his lips at the opposite response. “Yes, talk to him.” It did not sound very friendly, but what else could be expected from Jackson? He gave a somewhat exasperated sigh before scratching his forehead a few times. “I need to talk about some things with Stiles, nothing important.” He wanted to drop a ’is not something that concerns you’ but did not want to be ruder than usual. “Uhm? I think not, unless you’ve traveled to London, because I do not remember seeing you in my life. And I lived here 15 years.”