Donnie paused from considering this new, slightly annoying predicament to follow Tony's movement. He blinked, scratching the back of his bandanna'd head then.

"Mostly turtle- soft-shell variety. I uh, started out as a regular turtle before someone figured they could try making an invincible army by mutating animals with human DNA." He made a slight face, but he still couldn't be upset about it. Gross designs or not, if it hadn't happened, he wouldn't be here.

"I didn't really think about it either. It's usually not this hot and dry, back home. I mean, I live in the sewers under Manhattan, summer's are usually more humid and there's water..."