Dustin sighs, quiet but deep and gently exasperated. He wants to be just as excited as Donatello is - and there was a point, not terribly long ago, where he definitely was - but he has a hard time mustering enthusiasm about anything related to being trapped here, nowadays.

"I guess," he murmurs with a clipped voice, staring straight ahead at the Agriculture Center dominating their field of view. "Different universes, same people, same bullshit. The shine wears off pretty quickly."