And much like someone awoken from sleep, Donatello's prompting has Dustin snapping to attention, his eyes refocusing in an instant.

"--Oh. Getting ahead of myself," he answers with a dismissive shake of his head, before he tilts it back down to the communicator to pick up where he left off on his code. Dustin considers leaving it at that for a few, silent moments, but then thinks better of it. The chances of the turtle letting the topic drop seem slim.

"Just, ah," Dustin continues in a murmur. "Something Stark said. The storms cause rapid mutations in plants that aren't native to the planet - often negative - and he mentioned that they could be affecting us the same way. If we could isolate exactly how the flora is being affected, and how the spores are able to reverse that process...maybe it could be applied to ourselves, or the Agrii. An inoculation, of sorts."