The turtle directs a dry look at the back of Dustin's head. "Yes, born and raised. Well, assumedly born, definitely raised." He waves a three-digited hand.

"Don't worry, New York and Earth so far as I know is still very much human-ruled. My family and I are an unnatural exception on the account that we were genetically mutated by a warrior alchemist who was bent on creating a perfect army of mutants for his plans to destroy humanity."

"Oh, and there's a hidden city beneath New York full of yōkai, I guess that might be a little weird."