Cid looked apprehensively toward Donatello at the implication. "I hope you're not thinking of lashing me to the bottom of a carriage, mate. I'm not as spry as I used to be."

He nodded, reaching into the pocket of his jacket, pulled out a cigarillo, and lit it, taking a drag before looking back to the map.

"Aye, it's why we're here, but plans never survive first contact. They've got to be flexible. So, scouting out the entrances and exits, knowing where they are when we need to get out in a hurry? That's important." He looked to Oki to see if she agreed.