At least Donnie comes prepared, not that he'd ever anticipated having to provide his own coatrack at someone's place. He pulls out his familiar tech-bo, extending it with a switch and with another tap has the lower end split into a tripod and the upper separate into something of a hook-hangar, which he promptly stands by the door and takes care of his coat business.

"Oh, I'll bet. At least you're not trying to haul stuff into a sewer. Getting stuff to my lab back home could be a real pain sometimes."

He stands in front of the heater to warm up his hands. Gloves were one thing he hadn't been able to replicate in his initial round of replications, and fingerless gloves, while stylish and supportive where it counts do not really do much for keeping your four fingers and two thumbs warm. "Well, at least you know it can be moved back since you got it here in the first place. But looking at this baby I definitely can see your concerns re: mud. Any idea how long the seasonal shifts usually are? At least the main roadways are more or less paved. Hey, how lame is it that we're on an alien planet and they don't seem to have any sort of hover technology we can retrofit?"