Dustin arcs an eyebrow. "'Basic manners and better hospitality' are high bars," he mumbles. He should know - Dustin rarely meets those requirements himself.

But before he can continue on any further anti-Agrii rants, there's the staff to contend with. Dustin leans in a little when Donatello holds it out, then nearly jumps out of his skin when it suddenly expands outwards, backpedaling awkwardly in the snowdrifts. That's definitely a weapon, he realizes. Bo staff? The name kind of gives it away. Six months ago Dustin might have seen this as the start to a surprise attack, using vulnerability in the cold to get him close and strike, but by now he's had that time to mellow out those more anxious, flighty tendencies.

Instead, he's irritated. "Watch it!" Dustin snaps. "Warn people before you do that shit, would you?! Could've hit me in the goddamn face!"