Donnie snorts. "Well of course there's not an overabundance of mutant turtles," he says, taking a tone much like someone about to lecture a child. Which is pretty much this fourteen-year-old's usual tone.

"To my knowledge there are only four of us- that would be my brothers and I- and as the world is otherwise inhabited mainly by humans my fam tends to try staying out of the eye of the public so they do not 'freak out'."

A brow shoots up as he eyes York again. Well that's interesting wording. Pieced together with the other tidbits, glowing chests, sleep cycles... He folds his arms as he watches York start down.

"Well, since you asked soooo nicely..! I want to go in the spaceship."