Casey shook his head firmly.  "They might look like monsters, but they're sentients.  They were trying to kill me.  It's a far jump from killing someone who's killed your kin to killing a civvie who you winged in a firefight.  There are a thousand maybes behind whys and hows, and you'll go mad trying to figure 'em all out."  He took a deep breath, and moved to settle his hands on his wife's waist.  He searched her eyes as she wrestled with the emotional fallout of the attack, and subsequent injury.<br/><br/>He shook his head again, his mouth drawing into a thin line.  "That blood's going to foul in a few days.  I can't..."  He trailed off, that grim line of his mouth twisting distastefully.  He fished a hand into his pocket for his phone, but -as he recalled- he'd smashed it against his assailants.  Right.  He lifted a hand to squeeze at the bridge of his nose.  "I'm going to go see if I can salvage any of the blood.  Ask one of the officers to escort you up to the apartment and pack for three days at the lakehouse.  I'll get a tracker on the Rachling, and get in touch with the NYDMS.  If they haven't caught up to Matthias and his cohort by the time you're ready we'll lead them to him.  Drop off the kill team, and then leave the city for a while.  DMS can handle Rachlings.  They'll have a wizard or two on hand, and they'll let us know when he's handled."<br/><br/>Still, despite doling out instructions like he was running the show, Casey remained.  He wanted to be sure Eve was okay before he let her go.