To add insult to injury, the hammock spins about above him and promptly dumps his winter clothes that he'd had bundled up for use as a pillow over his head just as he pushes himself up. "I knew I should've stuck with the ground," Donatello mutters as he pulls his coat down and sets to folding his things neatly.

Tommy would get a better look at him then now that he's sitting up, the purple bandanna and matching fingerless gloves, elbow and kneepads. The shell doesn't look like a standard turtle's, lacking the lines and overall layered look in favor of being more leathery in appearance; a soft shell.

Recalling that he has an audience, the turtle teen looks over his shoulder and scowls at the human. "Anyone ever tell you it's rude scaring people awake?"