Something about that voice both raises his blood pressure and cuts right through the impending panic attack that had just started to squeeze Raph's lungs. Okay. Breathe. Breathe.

There isn't a window on the side of the crate that he can use; the only barred window faces the back of the truck, and he can't see anything else. "Leo?" Raph hopes he was just hearing things as much as he hopes he wasn't. "Is it just me, or are we in freakin' cages?" He manages to growl it out, sound more furious than scared. To be fair, he thinks he's about equal parts both, but he'd rather Leonardo think he's furious than think he's scared.