"Santa's Workshop. We're in Santa's Workshop, in another world, where we're fiction. With government labs. And people have raps about us. I'm gonna - I'm gonna just sit down now."

It was just a little too much to take in. Normally, if Raph was overwhelmed, he'd have just shrugged it off. He certainly wouldn't have sunk down against a couch to sit on the floor because he was feeling faint.

But then normally he hadn't been beaten to a pulp and had his shell cut open. It fortunately hadn't cut deep, only breaking just past his shell into flesh, but it'd been a slow trickle of blood the entire time he'd been running around. Ideally, the second it had happened, he should have been resting, but their situation hadn't exactly been ideal.

"Gonna take a look around."

Now he wasn't sitting, he'd slipped down to lay the floor.

"From the floor," he said faintly. "Yep. Looking around."