Raph doesn't know first hand what might cause that catch to his tone, but he's heard it before. From April, before Milliways, and from countless friends and family after.

"Certainly a shit-ton nicer than the literal shit-hole i grew up in, that's for damn sure," he says quietly with a genial nod in Stiles' direction.

Because...it kind of was a literal shit-hole.
The peeling paint and threadbare carpet would have been living the highlife for them prior to Stockman's robots chewing a hole through their cinder block walls.

"Where do we look for'im first?"