Anyone entering the Hotel usually got more than a cursory glance from Casey. They had angled themselves well enough to see comings and goings, and when two people entered carrying a third with what appeared to be a head wound, they stood abruptly and quickly moved to intercept them. Not to get in the way, of course, but to provide aid where Casey wasn't sure what they were planning to do.

"Excuse me!" said Casey, hand raised as if they needed to grab anyone's attention in such a small space. There was a first-aid kit stowed right at the reception desk and Casey was already moving to retrieve it. "What happened here? Is he conscious?"