Casey knew what that frown meant. He looked like shit, and she saw it. He was quick to drop his face from her view, letting the hood obscure his features and looking instead to the boy attempting to stare him down. Casey blinked at AJ, a bit bewildered by his fixation, not sure why the boy didn't shy away from him the way most children did. His frown deepened when Rory knelt down and hugged her son, finding the gesture so strange and alien. He knew that people routinely hugged their children, but having never really been hugged by anyone when he was a child, the whole thing seemed bizarre to him.
"She is," Casey said vaguely, smoothing his hands over Lucy's fur, trying to focus on her instead. "But she bites." Lucy was still distrustful of other people, a trait Casey could certainly sympathize with. "So I think she would have shredded him if he tried to pet her. That would be a good lesson, though."