"Protection?" Casey turned, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian. Stopping, and giving him a full look-over. Hmming to himself, before meeting the other's eyes. "Not hard to swing a bat, and it's good solid wood."

Nevertheless, Sebastian really didn't look like he was a fighting type. Too clean-cut, and his posture was wrong. Besides, his way of reacting when Casey'd shown up meant that while he had guts, he wasn't likely to go looking for trouble. So the vigilante'd stick close to him.

"I feel like I keep seeing things, but when I turn to find them, they're not there." He'd lowered his voice, frowning. Casey didn't really like admitting weakness. He was pretty sure he hadn't been hit with any mutant-mushroom-spores this time, too.