The sounds of mechanical sliding and clicking at least gets Dustin to turn around, more out of paranoia than curiosity, but it morphs into that pretty quickly once he recognizes the source. Apparently it's more than just a weapon...interesting. Maybe he can negotiate a trade to study how it works.

Something to consider later. "Yeah - might be like moving it through a sewer if I transport it at the wrong time," Dustin sniffs. He could see himself maybe following a similar path as Donatello had, if he was still back on Earth and decided to make a home base somewhere; a sewer would be an excellent location to avoid unwanted visitors, while still having access to electricity and other resupplies, like food. He'd probably even get used to the smell, eventually.

"Seasonal shifts follow a temperate climate model, with exaggerated peaks," Dustin notes. He settles to hover at the edge of Donatello's periphery, leaning back against the edge of his workbench to watch the turtle's movements. "I'd fuckin' riot for a hovercraft. The Agrii probably used similar tech in their spaceships, but..."

He lets out a tch of annoyance.

"...Shit's locked down. Data points and perception bullshit. Haven't been able to figure it out."