The exhausted gecko mutant looked up from a broken down book they were reading. Scars littered their face, the most visible ones a large one on their right eye and another across their lips. They were a commander, second only to the turtles, but interacted and supported everyone they could constantly. Usually in an attempt to get closer to whoever they could before..

Hey, how are you? Rocky asked gently, raising an eyebrow with a slight smile.