A Chaos AND a White Moon aura in the same area concluded very specific things, and Cassian had made very simple assumptions: One of his own was chasing one of his-not-own and he needed to follow up to make sure everything was alright. The young man had followed somewhat casually, hands tucked into his pocket as he didn't quite run, but traced along pathways and kept his mind honed in on that aura.
As the Chaos signature trailed off in one direction and the White Moon in the other, Cassian took a moment to consider his options before nodding and trailing off after the one. Was someone injured? Had something else happened?
The park wasn't one he was familiar with, but he didn't look out of place as he casually strolled along. It wasn't a specific feeling, but it was easy to tell where it wasn't. Some vague, aimless walking, it took a bit longer than he would have liked to find where the uniformed body had posted himself. Did he approach as a civilian? Perhaps checking in would be more preferred by one of his own.
It was the longest-short instance of his life, transforming over into his fuku and generally still wondering where the rest of his stuff went - things he'd wondered for a long time, but usually hadn't had the time to think about because usually something was trying to eat your throat out.
"Everything okay?" he called out, taking a few steps forward towards Caliban.