It was kind of an asshole thing to say and Raph didn't exactly deflate but his expression became a lot more guarded and tough guy all of a sudden, nearly back to the way it'd been when Dean came into the room.

Much as he was trying to not let the warm fuzzies get too strong over it, he liked the idea that kids had known him - or versions of him - and that it made them happy. He liked the idea that he and Mikey had been brought here because he made kids feel safe. Back home, they couldn't walk down the street without people screaming, but here? Here they were liked and they had brought some good into people's lives by just existing.

But hey, whatever, it wasn't like he cared what some gun nut jerk thought of a different version of him anyway.

"She's one of the other people here. She's a witch, 'bout my age. And her parents...uh. Well, that's not really my business to share but she's made it clear they were exactly the parents of the year in a lot of respects."

Raph went and flopped down to sit on his bed, picking up one of his comics.

His tone was still conversational, but he was definitely retreating into his shell a bit - though not literally.