[ Charlene Roberta McGee knows a panic attack when she sees one. She's had a few of her own, especially when she arrived. That had almost been a huge disaster, considering she can start fires with a thought. And honestly, she kinda just wants to keep walking, let this kid have his freak out. But she can't. Despite all the bullshit she went through, she just can't.

So she approaches cautiously, a bottle of water in her hand and a look of concern on her face. This? This is the definition of awkward for her, and she's very sorry, Stiles. ]

Hey...[ Well, that wasn't very loud. Let's try that again, a little bit louder. Say, at a slightly louder than speaking volume. ] Try...try to focus on just one thing and block everything out. It's not gonna be easy, and may take a bit...but try. Okay? It works for me.