[Is that mild praise he hears? So much for reminding him of Raph. Despite himself, Leonardo finds it necessary to hide his amusement by turning back to the sigil and swiping his palm roughly through the chalk, smudging it into nothing more than streaks of white dust. No sense in leaving it up for prying eyes. As he turns back to her, clapping the chalky residue free from his palms, his speech is slow and carefully diplomatic.]

Don't get me wrong - I won't doubt a warrior who has sworn by his honor. But none of this tracks right. All of these backgrounds, lack of real leadership, no military structure... [He pauses with a grimace that deepens the frown lines around his mouth.] I don't think anyone on this side knows what they're doing.

[Which, granted, is a pretty rude thing to say about a deity, an avatar, and their chosen warriors.]