Dustin pointedly ignores Donatello's dramatics. It's hard for him to relate to a reaction like this; he did grow up in and around a medical clinic, learning about all of the different pathogens that could infect people and the horrible ways that they made them die, but he also has a set of chips in his body that speed his immunity gain by several orders of magnitude above the norm. Consequently, what would have been severe mysophobia has instead developed into a knowledgeable confidence of what is and is not safe.

So he continues, heedless. "Unfortunately the latter," Dustin answers with another eyeroll. Stupid Agrii 'Dictionary.' "What kind of equipment are you expecting? Chemical analyzer? DNA extractor?" He glances up, his eyebrows arcing with just the slightest hint of mischief. "Gardening shears?"