"Cool." Accepting that truth as easily as everything else. Eventually the hockey-gloves go back on, because it's easier than carrying them. "So I guess I'll just make my own schedule, and see what I can apply my talents too."

Casey was considerably less jumpy than before, but the adrenaline hadn't quite left yet. Especially as they were moving more into the Library proper, and he started seeing...something...out of the corner of his eye. Just gonna keep walking, and casually pull out a hockey stick and normal puck, and idly juggle it/move it along the floor.

Don't mind him, really. He'd been learning, even if he wasn't ninja-trained. Experience (and Raph) and a few poundings were good teachers.