"That frickin' Bar likes nothin' more than gettin' my goat." It's amazing how much enunciation he still has while talking through clenched teeth. "She's damn lucky she's attached to my baby brother, is all I'm sayin'."

Once they're good and far away, Raph tosses his bag onto a nearby table top and sets to opening the newly tied parcel he's gotten from Bar.

It's a small dark purple glass tube in a plastic holder, and a few pots of what appear to be paint. Raph clicks on the light which gives off nothing more than an eerie glow, and then unscrews the cap of one of the pots.

"Anything white will glow bright, but with theses we can hide it in plain sight."

There's an additional pot of something. It's not labeled.

"That's for when we need it to be in less plain sight."

And to think he hasn't even gotten to the Glow Sticks yet!