Dustin pulls his arm back quickly after Donatello accepts the coat, wrapping both hands tight around his chest so that they burrow into his many layers of sweaters. In spite of the fact that he literally just offered it to him, Dustin watches what the turtle does with his jacket warily; he likes that jacket, very much, to the point where parting with it is almost physically painful. Or maybe that's the wind chill. Whatever the case, he wants it back later and he wants it in one piece.

Not wanting to waste any extra time away from his prized Eorzean coat, Dustin gestures for Donatello to follow him with a quick jerk of his head before he starts trudging through the snow again, looking much smaller than he did just a minute ago. "Especially not when their primary form of communication involves compulsory memory-imprinting," Dustin grumbles in agreement. "I'm assuming you've already had the standard welcome?"