Luckily for Casper, the Coppertale doesn't pick up on much unless it's shoved in his face. He would have muttered Sick apology, bro if Casper hadn't also distracted him with a way to talk about himself, which has been scientifically proven to be his favourite topic of conversation.

It's his turn to sigh-huff and flop onto his back, book abandoned between the two of them. There's a few moments before he replies — not because he's debating over whether or not he should say something, but because he, ah, maybe hadn't thought about it since warding Spencer? The junior had given him a couple of options, neither of which he believed, and then Casey got distracted by Taylor Swift. It's a classic tale.

Eyes off Casper, he glares at the tent ceiling. "Not yet. I ask–" Nope, never, Casey did NOT ask for help from ANYBODY. "I've got names 'n I'll figure out who the fuck was there, I've just been, like. Distracted. 'N shit." Because, what, the current options were Rosy or Ennis? No. No, no thank you, neither of those people were in the weight room lockers, and it wasn't Casper, so it had to be some mysitcal fourth figure. Maybe he should be reading murder mysteries instead of bodice rippers.

(Go ahead and tell Casey he smelled them in the potion, I dare ya.)