"We’re hoping to get more answers from her when we find her." Scott offered, even if he was pointedly aware that it was a hollow comfort when his actions were directly responsible for her escape - her and that Omega. The Omega claimed to have only wanted to talk, before. Maybe they should have been more thankful that they hadn’t taken it up on its offer.
But he kept his gaze studiously ahead, focusing on Deaton, though he knew the vet already had this information. He could feel Allison’s gaze on him, senses prickling with the same awareness of sighted prey, but he barely had to look passed his periphery to notice the way Isaac looked at her, even if he didn’t noticed the way the blond’s grip squeezed, ever so carefully, or slid down to her elbow like a silent apology. Scott hoped someone found this amusing. All hope would be lost if no one did.
"I think that’s enough excitement for one night," the veterinarian offered, and Scott recognized that tone from the times he was told to end shifts early or when he was being warned of over-treating the puppies.
"Mr. Argent should be here shortly. If anything comes up, you’ll all be updated as soon as possible."
Allison immediately turned to Scott, purpose evident in the taut lines of her face. “I want to talk to her when you find her,” she said to him. “I want answers.”
She could hear Deaton talking in the background, some thing about her father coming to pick her up, but all she could focus on was Isaac’s hand, gentle on her elbow, and Scott’s gaze, zeroed in on a point somewhere over her shoulder. She had no idea where she stood with either of the boys, and with her brain as fuzzed over as it was, she wasn’t keen on sorting it out right now.
Instead, she closed her eyes and waited for her father to bring her home.