[She takes in a slow breath, letting it fill her lungs as she tries not to roll her eyes at him. Erica can almost hear Isaac nagging at the back of her thoughts, telling her how she should give him a chance, that maybe things changed or maybe not knowing her from before will help. Her hand runs through her hair and she shakes her head.]

No, I'm not busy. It's fine... I just don't know what you want to talk about. [a beat] You can come here, though. If you want. I live with Isaac. [another pause.] Next door to Stiles and everyone. [there's an eyeroll there, though.]