That fight with Shredder had been brutal. Jason would be feeling it for days, if not weeks, afterwards. His jacket had been shredded, so he ditched it, and the rips in his shirt had been enough that he'd just torn the entire thing off.

Cortana said she'd cover the audience. And he had every confidence in her. Just. He had to check himself to be sure, because from how busy the comms were it sounded like her attention was split thirteen different ways. And with the number of explosions he'd heard, it would bug him if he didn't at least check on things.

Goldar is, of course, on his mind. Wherever the ape was. But he wasn't the priority right now.