The silence to follow is a little unnerving, punctuated by the unwelcoming chill that still very much surrounds them. Donatello tries not to look too petulant himself as he continues after Dustin, thankful that at the very least he's got a slightly clearer path to walk along because of the other.

He lifts his head, brightening perhaps just the slightest bit. "Well, it's mine, obviously. It seems like the only tech that made it with me," he says, glancing behind him despite the fact that his shell's covered in the warmth of the borrowed coat.