Derek shrugged. That was a good question. One which Derek had a feeling he knew the answer to, but she wasn't going to like it. He was used to taking the hits for other people, though; he'd been doing it for years.

"I don't know, I'll be choking down SoylentRED for the rest of my life?" he asked more than stated. In actuality, he had a feeling that he, himself, would be tried for treason. It was what it was. He'd manage to get himself out of trouble; Derek always did. Especially if Stiles was around, because Stiles was especially good at that sort of thing.

Derek paused, wetting his lips and holstering his laser gun. "Are you gonna come out...?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows. "Or...should I just go on my merry way and continue failing to find you?"