"Sit. Down. Stiles."

Nope. She's not staying out of it. She can't anymore. She's been sitting on the sidelines and coddling him long enough.

"I really didn't want to be the one to have this conversation with you, but I am sick of this so guess what? We're going to have it. I'm cranky, I'm hormonal, and I've ceased to give a shit so sit down. Now."