The young wizard watched as Evelyn formed a location spell with the focus.  It was always a point of interest, watching magi outside of his own family do their magics.  New methods, new magics.  He'd have to remember the map trick.  Of course, his talents lay in other areas.  The tenuous connection to the Rachling was at the edge of his capabilities as far as tracking magic went.  His brows rose at the portion of the city the spell zeroed in on.  It was in Queens.  No real surprise, he supposed, but a messy place to send DMS.<br/><br/>When Evelyn rose from the spell, Casey searched her warm, brown eyes.  As her hands rose to the buttons of his shirt, his breath caught.  Her hands were so small.  Defter than his.  "You'd make a good doctor,"  He said softly, out of the blue.  She was worried about him.  Hells, he'd nearly gotten her killed.  He could smell the clean scent of her soaps.  Her shampoo.  Her hair was still clinging damply to itself.  His eyes closed for a moment more, as her fingers worked the buttons apart.<br/><br/>When his eyes opened again, it was weariness writ bold on his face.  "It...  It's just that everything is..."  He waved a hand, dismissing the thought before it formed in full.  "It's a lot.  You scared me near to death charging up that stairwell."  He glanced around the apartment.  "Show me to the bathroom again?  I was a little too focused when I came in."  He admitted.  "I'll grab that shower."  A hand patted his pants 'til he found his wallet.  From it he pulled a white card, blank but for a number.  "This will connect you to my DMS people.  Tell 'em you're reporting on my behalf, and give 'em what you can for location.  I'll be out again soon."