So, this fog? He was so over this fog. It's only been a few days and he really hopes the people who already ventured into the bottle (he's sure more people will go in later - all a matter of preparation) are making progress. The corruption in the bottle being eliminated will end the fog, but if it's taking this long already to get that done then Terry is glad he made the choice not to go in at all. It's just as important to protect Keeliai and the Kedan, not to forget the turtles freaking out about the fog (one of which he's linked to and is getting massive headaches from) - there need to be people here to protect the city as much as there need to be people to go in the bottle.

He really hopes they work faster in there.

The dense and thickness of the fog makes it difficult to navigate within it, so Terry does his best to stay above it as much as humanly possible. Difficult because it's fog but it's definitely darker on the streets than it is above them. But even he can't avoid the sounds of a fight, going down on street level, catching his ear. Duty calls. It takes him a moment to get a good location on where the fight is happening from hearing alone, the visual scanners of his screen unable to get past the thickness of the fog, and once he does he drops from the roof and to the street.

He lands down with a small thud, not really caring to silence his fall in the middle of a fight, and -- is that a cowl with bat ears he sees -- dispenses an electric charged tosser at one of the mold monsters crawling about. It connects and the monster is immediately thrown back with an ungodly shriek, sparks of electricity vaporizing it back to goo.

"Having a good night?" He calls to the other person, only barely able to see them. Yeah he is really over this fog.