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The four of them catch an Uber back to civilization—Leo's words—because even though Donnie's perfectly willing to hot-wire them an abandoned minivan, none of them are actually in any condition to drive. Donnie, again, claims he is, and then he lists dangerously to the side and makes some alarmed noises about gravity before he catches himself against the side of the van. Raph, somehow the brother most capable of standing under his own power right now, makes an executive decision and steals his phone.
"So, uh," he says awkwardly, squished into the back seat with Mikey asleep on one shoulder, Donnie awake but carsick on the other, and Leo spread out across their laps because Raph's other executive decision was that he probably shouldn't be vertical right now. "How much do we gotta tip you to not mention us to anyone?"
The driver eyes the four of them in the rear-view mirror. She'd gotten out of the car to help them get Leo in without banging him up any more than he already is. "To not mention who? I'm just driving my empty car back so I can keep helping with evacuations."
"If I see any posts about giant turtles in Ubers on social I'm going to find where you live," Donnie mumbles, not lifting his head from Raph's arm.
"He means thank you," Leo says, kicking Donnie weakly.
Their driver snorts, and the silence they fall back into isn't as uncomfortable as before.
Raph looks out the window because it doesn't seem right to close his eyes. There isn't much in the way of life—Krang—nasty flesh gunk on this side of the bay, but they're headed towards it, soon as they get a little closer to the meet-up point with Dad and April and Casey.
…There isn't much in the way of life life on this side of the bay, either. Evacuations, huh. People who were far enough to start running, to get their families out while they still could. It's… good to know.
"You been doing this all day?" he asks quietly, because her hands are tight on the wheel and she's got a look in her eyes like Donnie after a few all-nighters.
"Ha," she says. "What else was I gonna do?"
It feels like he gave Leo his escape pod most of a lifetime ago. "Yeah."
Their driver winds up helping them drag Leo back out, too, and then she has the audacity to tell them not to pay her.
"Shut up, gas costs money," Leo groans from where he's settled against a nearby building next to Mikey. "Please tell me I didn't lose my cash in there."
Mikey groggily digs through the belt pouch in question. Raph regrets having to wake him back up so soon, but between Donnie's vertigo thing, Leo's everything, and Raph's own certainty that he's gonna go down like a stack of bricks as soon as the headache that's been brewing since he ripped that parasite out of his eye catches up to him, they kind of need all hands on deck right now. "Is this enough?"
"Oh my god, no," she says, as Raph takes the entire wad of bills from Mikey and passes it over to her. "I can't take all your money—"
"If you don't take it Don's gonna do something stupid and invasive like wire your bank account even more," he tells her.
"Scoff," Donnie mutters. "As if I would ever be so indiscreet."
She takes it. "Cool. Please don't do that."
"I'll try to stop him." Raph gives her a little salute as she gets back in her car. "Don't die."
"You too," she says.
He keeps an eye on the car until it turns out of sight.