Raphael didn't say anything, even after he heard her speak, but rather continued looking at the floor, and twirled the sai in his hand, once more; a compulsive childhood habit, whenever his thoughts decided to race. Why was he feeling this way? What was this instinct? It was similar to how he would be protective over his family, but this...this was new. Hearing her question, the rebel didn't answer right away. Taking a deep breath, he answered back, just as soft. "It's fine. It's just...I'm not used to talking to those outside my own, ya know?"