Julian had been scouting the City out from the air, which is a fairly usual activity for him when he's not spending time around people. He still finds it kind of weird, doing the hero business by himself. But he's starting to get used to it, and tonight he hasn't had a lot of time to think about that anyway. He's been running into petty idiot after petty idiot. Ophelia and her dead guys had cleared out a lot of the regular lawbreakers, leaving room for amateurs to step up in their place.

Julian was mainly just glad to be fighting something that didn't explode with rat slime when he hit it.

He wasn't so much expecting to see anyone else out and about, but from this distance a green turtle on a rooftop tends to stand out. He waits a second to be sure, then floats down to land beside Raph.

"Hey man. Didn't get your fill of fighting with the rat guys?"