Watch out Donatello, there's a tough looking street punk just outside the door, scowling at...something. Actually nothing in particular, as the frown appears to be a permanent fixture on his face as he looks out over the gathered crowd in the welcome center.

Feeling the presence of someone behind him, Shinjiro straightens a little from slouching and looks over his shoulder, a bit surprised to see the individual who's appeared from behind the door. The little cat girl was easier to handle, but this guy looks much tougher. "Huh?"