"Don't mind them. It's like a rule that if a culture breaks the FTL barrier they all automatically get to be snobs and pretend their people were always that advanced," said the man standing behind Donatello, leaning against a wall.

Donnie'd probably seen him around even if they hadn't talked, but Rich was hard to miss. To start with, he was over six feet tall and two hundred pounds of pure muscle. Then there was the whole prosthetic arm thing, since most of his right arm was gone.

The prosthetic was pretty nice. Since he had to remove it to fight to avoid frying it with his powers, it wasn't attached like a true cybernetic would've been, and that meant he couldn't use synth-skin to get his sense of touch back, but the technology was advanced enough that he could still move it with a thought, since it read the nerve impulses in what was left of his shoulder.

Oh, and then there was the fact that unlike most of the others he was absolutely adamant about not getting all dressed up. He was still in his superhero uniform as if he was just waiting for trouble.

There was a twinkle in his eyes that didn't diminish as the people Donnie was talking to started looking offended.

"Yeah, yeah, you heard me."