At first glance, Casey seemed the type who would start a fight sooner then stop one. But there was more to him then just looks. There were layers. New York had created him, the Turtles had shaped him. They were to blame for better or worse a lot of who he was that day. They always passed on the wisdom of what Master Splinter taught them. He was rough, but his intentions were good. The rat taught them to always help others in need, and to be kind even when it wasn't returned. Casey tried to emulate most of the teachings in his every day life, but sometimes it was hard.
Especially when he was dumped in a brand new world where Raphael and his brothers didn't exist. "Maybe we should get ta the store and buy yous a bubble. " He teased light heartedly enough. "Good answer, 'cause I wasn't about to leave ya there even if you protested. Wouldn't be right. " It wasn't just because it was a blond cute girl, even if Rose had been a man Casey would have helped. He was just that kind of guy.
"Lean on me." He offered as he caught up to her easily enough and offered her an arm. "Time really is weird ain't it." He made a slight face and started to head back toward the complex. He didn't know where she was staying, but if anything there was a medic that could look at her there. "Biblical Apocalypse, demons from hell, yada yada yada.." He trailed off with a wave of his free hand dismissively. " I seen weirder. My best friend is a five foot tall talking Ninja Turtle named Raphael. "