Oh, good, he got him. Everything went better than expected. He feels a little guilty once he really registers the fact that Don's kind of loaded up with a box at the moment, but the guilt is not even close to enough to belay his excitement. Casey ducks around another couple of people and very politely elbows past the last few between his position and Donatello's position.

No courtesy for a guy on his way to a possibly-awkward, technically-not-a reunion, honestly.

"Man, I'll tell ya, a turtle in purple is a real sight for sore eyes!" And he's... Raph's bro, if the height and general shape are anything to go by. "Sorry, guess I could've picked a better time to spot you out here. Just, uh. Figured you might need help or somethin'. And I could get the introduction thing outta the way while I was at it."

Or... something like that. Reflecting on it, there was a real lack of strategy to his past two minutes of life.