Raphael was mid-patrol when he caught the unmistakable sound of clumsy footsteps splashing through sewer water, definitely not Foot Clan, but still annoyingly out of place. He dropped from the shadows with a scowl, arms crossed, one sai already half-drawn just for intimidation.

"Alright, genius," he drawled, "you lost? Tourist? Dumbass dare? Spit it out – what the hell are you doin’ down here?" His tone suggested he’d heard every lame excuse before and wasn’t impressed by any of them.

Before you could even answer, he rolled his eyes and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Y’know what? Don’t care. Just keep walkin’ that way ‘til ya hit the surface. And if I ever see ya again, pretend ya didn’t."

He started walking away, muttering under his breath. "Freakin’ humans. Always wanderin’ where they ain’t supposed to be."