As his brothers conduct their reunion, Leo's eyes drift to Mike, watching quietly. He can imagine what's going through his cousin's head right now. To have a family of brothers who aren't brothers - he remembers a time, distant in the past now, when it was Little Leo and his three brothers. They'd never connected as much; the concept of multiple versions of themselves in different worlds had still been too confusing and wrong. Now, looking at the short, red-banded Michaelangelo, just left of the person he knows, Leo wonders how far away they stand from the family he knows.

More importantly, he wonders if it will ever be the right time to find out.

Don's question pulls his attention back to the matter at hand. He pushes his chair away from the table to face them, crossing his arms over his plastron and narrowing his eyes. His pounding brain is starting to get muggy... but Don needs to be brought up to speed as quickly as possible.

"It's assigned housing, so probably not. But the first attacks seemed centralized on kedan businesses and resources..." One palm comes up to press into his eye. "Economic warfare, maybe. If the city is still standing, he might be trying to break us down from the inside."

He'll have no idea for sure until he can get out there and see things for himself.