Dustin briefly glances over at Donatello with a raised-eyebrow stare of genuine surprise. The turtle just cranked out that mental math without argument, didn't he? People generally don't know what to do with him when he rattles off numbers like that; having someone that can keep up (and that isn't a Suspicious Adult) is actually kind of refreshing.

Not that this does a lot to boost Dustin's spirits. "Adjust your expectations," he says, gaze flattening. "The Agrii want us here for as long as possible. The intent is that we'll be let go as soon as we fix whatever is causing the storms, but they'll probably just keep us after that anyway for some other bullshit reason."