Raph perks. "It went okay! We got in there an' found old buildings that still had their foundations in place." As he recounts this, he frowns. "'Cept it was already occupied by giant, spiky bugs an' their queen, so it made for a few complications." Again, he brightens, flexing an arm to pump it, clapping a hand over his bicep as he does so. "But once I was able to smash, we made short work of them like the bosses we are!"

So he skims a bit. He doesn't want to worry Donnie about his temporary injuries purposely punching into the spiked carapaces and almost getting doused in sprays of acid.

The expression he holds for a brief moment is one of pride; even if it isn't a direct tie to digital technology, the mechanical aspects still ring true. His brow creases, however. "How many are we talkin'? Last I heard, Flotsam had to split up because of the Empire. It wouldn't be surprising if we lost a bunch during that time..."