Casey turned slightly, still keeping himself mostly faced ahead. Easier for Clara to see the gear he carried, in the form of a goalie-hockey stick and baseball bat, as well as the spray-paint cans hanging from the holster. Also his roller-blades, tucked up against his shins as they were in retracted form.

"I also have a taser." A second or two, and then Casey pulled out the bat, handing it to Clara. Better than nothing, right?