Raph only glares and hopes this's gonna be a fast and merciful trip. He's cold, exhausted, and still aches all over. He doesn't think he can handle Mike on a power trip for very long. (Thanks, Leo.)

For now, he's bent on remaining an insufferable grump, at least until he sees for himself how great this place supposedly is.

Left with no other options but to follow his brother's lead to their Certain Doom, he does just that, brooding at the nickname and muttering a grouchy "Don't call me that."