Yeah, he's not surprised.

"Hey," he says quietly once he gets within conversational range. 

"Mind if I join you?"

"Sure."

She waits for him to sit.

"How are you guys?"

"We've...been better," he admits, moderating his volume so only Allison can hear.

"I didn't sleep well last night, and I don't think Rowan did either. You?" 

"No, I didn't."

She rubs the top of her head.

"I know what it feels like to be one of them. I don't know why he thought that was useful. He said- I should wait until everyone is together for all of it."

Liam nods. He wants to hug her but they don't know each other that well yet - 

"We're all meeting up at lunch," he says instead of voicing that thought.

"Fair warning, Rowan is planning to bombard you with questions." 

Nod.

"I might have some of the answers. I think I have information about how morphing works, but I think I'm missing some stuff about our history."

Liam gives her a reassuring smile.

"That's fine. We'll figure it out together. No-one is expecting you to have all the answers, when this time yesterday you knew as little about it as the rest of us."

"I might be expecting me to have all the answers."

She leans back in her chair, closing her eyes.

"I hope we can do this."

"So do I."

With that, he turns his attention - or tries - to the lesson.

It's going to be a long few hours until lunch.

It is.

Eventually, they pass, more or less without a crisis.

David, Callie, Stiles, and Matt are at their usual table.

Allison is the first to approach, Danny at her side.

"Hey. Do you guys mind if I sit here?"

"Go ahead. Danny."

"Actually, I was hoping you'd come with me. I wanted to show you something in the art room."

He looks at his friends briefly.

"Sure. See you guys later."

And they leave.

Liam and Rowan arrive in time to overhear the exchange.

Well, that was suspiciously convenient. Allison's doing, perhaps? 

"Alright if we join you?" Liam asks for the benefit of those listening.

"Sure. Danny and Matt are cute together, aren't they?"

"That just leaves the puppy. Are we waiting, or can we skip the small talk?"

Liam frowns.

"Where is Scott? Wasn't someone in his class just now?" 

Rowan nods. That's right, she just had Spanish.

"He's probably with that girlfriend of his. Let's cut to the chase."

"I don't want to talk about this more than once. One of you can go looking if you're in that much of a rush."

"There's nothing to talk about, we're not doing this."

"Speak for yourself," Liam snaps, only just remembering to keep his voice down. 

"You might be selfish enough to let the world be invaded by aliens, just because they haven't gotten to you yet," he continues, "but I'm not."

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he pushes himself up from the table. 

"I'm going to find Scott." 

Luckily, he doesn't have to.

Scott runs into the cafeteria, making his way to their table.

"Sorry. I was- sorry I'm late."

He sits.

"Hi."

Liam sits back down as well. 

"Right. Who wants to start - other than Stiles, who's already made his point?"