Raphael had been holding a plate, piling food on it that looked the most edible - all the while keeping an eye around the room, ready to either fight or retreat. However being approached by a kid was one of the last things he imagined would happen. He looked down in wary, though mild surprise.

"Donatello? Yeah. I'm Raphael, one of his brothers." He said finally. "Who are you kid? How do ya know Don?" He was always a bit of a protective one, though it wasn't as if he thought the kid was a threat. Though in this place, one never knew.