Boy, he was bitty. Rich had never imagined the ninja turtles would be bitty, but then anytime he'd imagined himself meeting them he'd been, like, ten. Ten-year-olds tended to imagine all their heroes as larger than life, and when you were ten, teenagers were basically just slightly-cooler adults.

Now he was twenty-nine and had fought in a war and teenagers were just kids in his eyes.

Since Donnie was one of Rich's childhood heroes, he wasn't the only one trying not to grin too much. Rich didn't want to draw attention to the whole 'You're fictional in my universe' business. He was pretty sure it was probably some kind of many-worlds theory 'everything has to be real somewhere, including universes where real people are fictional' thing, but that was still a surefire way to send someone sprawling head first into some kind of existential crisis, and he didn't want to be the cause of that. So he kept his trap shut.

On that subject, at least. He was perfectly comforting saying things to make the rude dignitaries uncomfortable.

"You know, in some of our worlds we still have surgeons, but apparently, the people here are so dependent on robot surgeons they don't even train that many actual people to do it anymore. Because I guess the power never goes out and tech never, ever goes down and there's never any risk at all it might." A pause. "Except for the times they fend off big alien invasions or what have you. And then it does. Y'know, they're reliable until that happens."

He was a man that liked to know the cosmic landscape and that meant he was slowly pouring his way through the Legion's case files and villain database, to see what challenges they'd faced before. Alien invasions and the total collapse of automated infrastructure had just been the icing on the cake, apparently.

Now the people they were speaking to were insulted enough to start leaving the conversation and Rich gave them a big grin as they went.