Dustin huffs a quiet laugh, but his eyes flicker away a second later and the moment passes, his thoughts returning to more serious endeavors.
"You're right," he sighs. "Most of that stuff isn't available. I've thrown together some shit that works well enough--"
Dustin gestures vaguely at his workshop floor, as if Donatello ought to be able to pick out the tools he's referring to within the clutter. There are clumps of it scattered around, and a lot of it is in the vein of what the turtle has asked for - racks of test tubes welded from scrap metal, what looks to be an improvised Bunsen burner, lots of precision tools on his workbench surrounding delicate-looking electronics. A keen eye could isolate them well enough.
"--But it's entirely analogue, and more geared towards replication and results rather than deeper analysis," he admits with a shrug. "Not that I don't want to, just. Haven't had the fucking time."
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"You're right," he sighs. "Most of that stuff isn't available. I've thrown together some shit that works well enough--"
Dustin gestures vaguely at his workshop floor, as if Donatello ought to be able to pick out the tools he's referring to within the clutter. There are clumps of it scattered around, and a lot of it is in the vein of what the turtle has asked for - racks of test tubes welded from scrap metal, what looks to be an improvised Bunsen burner, lots of precision tools on his workbench surrounding delicate-looking electronics. A keen eye could isolate them well enough.
"--But it's entirely analogue, and more geared towards replication and results rather than deeper analysis," he admits with a shrug. "Not that I don't want to, just. Haven't had the fucking time."