What the hell! Excuse a guy for caring. There's few enough people he likes, in his own world or this one, but sure, if Grace wants to coat her lungs in tar, he'll just sit back and let her smoke her way to an early grave. Like a cool friend would.

"Yeah, I can tell you're real big on 'respect', Mr. Police Brutality."

Stiles is used to sassing back cops—side effect of spending so much of his childhood around a police station—but there's a bit more venom in that statement than he'd use with his dad or the deputies.

His brain'll circle back to that thing about the school in a minute, but for the moment he's too distracted.