Raph listened to S.T.'s spiel with as much attention as he could muster. Kind of hard when it felt like his blood was boiling under his skin. Anger was a familiar thing, almost comforting in a time like this, but feeling the fire roiling in his gut was something new. Warm-blooded. He felt like he was gonna puke.

We're off the hook, he said. Yeah, right. If only it was that easy. He had no clue where to look next, but maybe these guys did. Making plans was never his thing. Much as he fought with Leo in the past, that was one of the reasons he was glad he wasn't leader. Most of the time, he was happy with people just telling him what to hit.

As the two men talked, Raph broke away from the conversation to better check out the area, listening for any hint of life coming from the rows of locked doors. Then, onto one of the rooms that were wrenched open, wrinkling his nose at the smell of antiseptic. A sink, a bed with straps, a counter lined with instruments.

Maybe if he calmed down enough he could think of something. He had to. But honestly, that alien in a human skin wasn't doing his temper any favors.

"Whaddya mean it don't matter!?" Of course it mattered. He stalked back out of the room so he could yell at the moron properly. "Either this guy's right and the party got cancelled, or people got tortured tonight and we were too busy chit-chattin' to get here in time!" Seriously, how big of an idiot was this guy? "And there's no way I'm leavin' without my brothers. You guys do what you want, but I'm stayin' here."

Yeah, it was risky. If his bros weren't there after all, Raph could be passing up his only chance to escape, but it was a risk he was willing to take.