Allison's sat there, herself, needles in hand but not really paying attention to what she's doing. The meeting's still sitting on her mind, so when Stiles brings it up she's actually grateful -- Lydia's probably the only other person she'd feel comfortable discussing this with, but Lydia no longer has the memory to have the full picture of what's going on. Granted, neither does Allison, but she's got more jumps under her belt. Setting down her work, Allison lets out a sigh of her own, leaning back on her bed on one hand, running the other through her hair.

"Probably because that's what's going to happen. We're damned if we do and damned if we don't. Especially if we don't, because one of these factions may not be lying to us."