[Tom just drinks his beer for a few minutes, thinking about lighting up another cigarette as well, but he isn't sure how Raph would react to that, so he just drinks. Drinking is good. Drinking doesn't lead to thinking... Except in the other's case.]

Guess I took it for granted that I can look human whenever I feel like it.

[He couldn't imagine having to hide and only go out under the cover of darkness, then again, he hid this shape for over fifteen years, but once he accepted it, he never had to hide it since it was just part of the hero game back home.]

Well, you're safe here now, more or less. I mean, weird shit and psychotics will try to kill everyone in the City every now and then, but that's not a big deal, and the natives are used to people like... well... us.