Changing rooms are good. Especially since they're separate and full of towels. He's also gawking again at all the glass walls. This was...amazing.

April'd love it.

A sigh, and Casey admitted to himself privately that he did kind of hope some of the others showed up. Then he got down to stripping off the vigilante gear and examining it. Checking for fleas or other nasties from the market.

So far so good. Washing his clothes would be harder, but he could manage. Maybe. Worry about it later, as he was most certainly feeling the aches now. Stripping to underwear, then wrapping the largest towel around him he could find, toga style. Before grabbing the aforementioned pad-lock of doom and the baseball bat for good measure.

Peeking around the corner of the changing room area. Should've been plenty of time for Clara to have settled and him not to see anything, right?