"Shudup," Raph said with a dismissive shake of his head. He threw the mugger to ground with a hint of revulsion before clocking him good and square to the side of the head. Even if it didn't knock him out, he sure wasn't going to be getting up for a while. Hopefully long enough for the cops to pick him up.
Leaning a knee into the middle of the mugger's back, Raphael brandished a handful of zip ties from his jacket pocket and set about putting make-shift cuffs on the wrists of the stupid lump beneath him.
As he worked, he cast a glance over to the woman who had gotten to her feet. His expression darkened in concern when he saw the blood. She should be sitting down and probably needed a doctor.