Since Casey is still living in Central, he immediately drops what he's doing (which just happens to be carefully pruning his bonsai tree) and reaches for his sig, shoving it in the waistband of his pants. What have the damned hamsters got going this time? Sounded like some kind of feral animal. He also grabs a wooden practice staff propped up against the wall and heads for the door. It sounded like that mechanic gal and if she's in trouble he doesn't have time to waste hatching more tranquillizer darts.

Casey follows the blip on his map...wait, there's someone with her? Confused by the readings, he still heads in their direction till he gets to the smashed in door. He steps on through, all of his senses primed to react to any threat that comes his way.

He doesn't call out, preferring not to alert the intruder he's close. Systematically he starts to stealthily check the rooms.