Casey, meanwhile, had definitely improved, and learned some, given his time with the turtles. Which included taking a few routes that weren't on the ground. A task both easier, and harder, than in a modern metropolitan city. A few paces behind Clara, but the higher road had gotten him at least a glimpse of which direction a distinctive shadow had gone.

Besides, why was the other person in modern clothes looking for them? Couldn't hurt to ask right? Right. Heading to the ground-level, staying in the shadow at least so hopefully she wouldn't get a good look at him. "Lose something?" He called, hockey-mask pulled down for the moment.