"Whatevah," Raph sneered, throwing his arms in the air. Each step brought him closer to Leonardo, in a slow circle. He flexed his fingers, itching to grab his sai and send one straight into Leo's thick skull. Okay, not really, but something just as close and painful.
"Yoo still coulda wrote us or sumthin'. Mastah Splintah di'nt stop yoo from that, did he?" His tone was nothing short of bitter...and maybe even a little hurt, but he was trying to avoid revealing any emotion beyond anger or spite. It wasn't that he didn't believe the whole plane story; clearly something was up with this city and the way it drew people and creatures from all over.
(( Oh, no worries at all, love, seeing as I'm about to go on hiatus. And, dude, if Raph's accent ever gets annoying, PLEASE say so. -_- ))