The response itself was pretty vague, and given the man's opening statements, Raphael wasn't sure how much he could take at face value. He gave a noncommittal shrug at that, deciding not to follow-up on the question of alien ceratopsians.

Tony was likely easily taller than the turtle once he managed to stand himself up, but Raphael was still a solid five-foot turtle enough for the man to use him for balance. "Who's that?" Aside from someone else stuck with them, that he assumed anyway. He tried not to wrinkle his nose now that there was absolutely no care for personal space, giving the guy an odd look.

"Right." Brothers, huh. "Didn't catch your name. And you mean back to the ship? What, you want me to carry you?"