He glances up, his expression hardening into a glare as he reads his brother's body language. The calculating look, his hands folded in front of his face. It's a challenge. He's picking him apart, pushing him. And Raphael never likes to be pushed.

Or at least that's how it comes across in Raph's mind. Everything about the situation makes him feel uncomfortable, violated. But instead of shedding some light on exactly what the problem is, he only reacts like he's being threatened and pushes back.

"What?" He snaps, dropping his stick into the fire and restlessly climbs to his feet. "You wanna check on the little pipsqueaks, go right ahead. Just leave me out of it."