"That'd be a lot of zombies." Casey replied absently, showing he was at least partially paying attention. Brown-eyes flicked to her, noticing the backwards walking. "You're jumpy too then?"

Not that he's admitting weakness, not at all. "I know libraries can be creepy and all, but this one seems creepier than usual." Flipping his hockey mask back down for the moment, and juggling his puck as he looked ahead again. Stopping his movement, listening, and then sending the puck winging off at an angle down the corridor.

Still quiet, but listening. And he is SURE he heard something, now. Not just his imagination--that had definitely been movement.