Michelangelo smiled. "Rosalia? That's a pretty name." He said amiably.

The smile faded a little when he heard her side of the situation. It sounded all sorts of funky to be honest. It worried him. He wished his sensei and brothers were there. Then it would be better! Sensei would know what to do....

"Hmm...if we were in New York, it would be a simple matter of hopping into the sewers. I know where to go. But here..." His voice faded. "It's not home. I wouldn't even know how to contact my family." Well, how hard could it be to find other turtle kids and a giant rat in this city anyway?