With a groan of frustration, Raph lowers his arms, setting his hands upon his hips. Not because Leo is right – although Leo being smug while also being right does add to the effect – but because he really can't conjure up his giant smashy fists. "That's not great at all." If none of them could do anything in the storm, then what could they do?

He puts a temporary pin on that thought, however, glancing back at Leo. "Donnie's actually here? With us??"