The door finally opens and Donatello beams, eager to charge in and- Oh, there's someone there. His excitement gets knocked down a few pegs, one of his perfectly drawn brows arching as he looks at the guy who's standing there. And abruptly his expression flattens at the less than enthusiastic response.

"Says the guy with the built-in nightlight. What, I interrupt your beauty sleep or is this how you always greet people? This your ship?"