Raph's arms were crossed in a way that exuded an air of judgment. Lots of judgement.

"If you don't stop, you'll be doing the rest of the mission alone because Nico and I will have died from the diabetes you caused. Or dehydration from all the barfing. Probably the dehydration first."

He gestured to the other initiates who were now filing out, carrying their old clothes with them.

"Can you stop while I can still eat carbs? 'Cause we need to get moving anyway."