It's a Donatello kind of town. He has a look to make sure the door's closed, then shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Not much? Got a few turf wars in the works and sort of a ninja problem, but nothin' huge. Mostly, my guys are just lookin' for a new hideout right now." They'll see how long the quiet actually lasts, but for now things are holding steady enough. He gives it a week. "Is it kosher to ask about your New York?"