The spell kept Raph almost as short but just as muscular, making him look like a stocky little muscle machine, with nowhere near the height he'd had in the illusion he and Nico had been in together fighting the kaiju. But his facial features were exactly like they'd been then, his eyes staying mostly the same shape with the same bright shade of green. The chip in his plastron translated to a jagged scar on his neck and shoulder.

He keened a glance at a nearby glass wall decoration.

"Man, I am handsome no matter the species," he said, tilting his head back and forth to get a good look.

Also, he had clothes, which was important. The standard black and white pseudo-future clothes that Candor people wore, though Raph's had translated as something somewhat athletic-looking, a tight black top with white sleeves made of some strange future material, and black pants and boots.