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Satisfied with that, Donnie continues to lead the way.

"Leo..?" It has the suggestion of 'well why wouldn't he be?' But he has to frown as he tries to claw through fuzzy thoughts, dusty information that doesn't come in an instant like a convenient electronic file search. Distantly he feels like he remembers something of how that had been, nice, efficient, clean and quick...but also cold, all edges and corners...

"Raph's like...over six feet tall. Nearly Mikey's height in breadth." A slight exaggeration, but it was close enough."

"Yes — though from what I understand, there were mitigating circumstances as to why Leo was taller."

Her tone is thoughtful, almost distracted as she recalls Leo. "Something about the spacebridge brings people in from different times. We never did figure out how it worked."

A low hum follows, wings shifting in faint agitation before she smooths it away, returning her gaze to Donnie. "I would like to meet him when you are all healed and I've found a better way than holograms to disguise myself."

As much as she believes she could easily take on three mystic-powered turtles who think her a Krang, it is also three against one, and she is very much NOT her true size.

She'll have to find something to spar against and fix any and all reactionary problems.

"The Primes..." Donnie finds himself saying, brow furrowing as the two words leave his mouth. "...I was...researching it. With Soundwave and Shockwave." It's frustrating trying to hang onto those memories, brief sparks of remembrance, and the details don't come as easily. He hasn't realized he'd stopped walking again in favor of closing his eyes, trying not to lose that train of thought.

"I can't remember if we found any more conclusive evidence, but...I know the energy that it took to bring anyone from beyond that universe was far beyond the capability of that ship."

Donnie seems reluctant as he opens his eyes again, letting the thoughts go. How easily they stream past his figurative fingertips. But he wasn't meant to remember them, was he? He stares down at his hand, flesh and blood, not magical stone. Fingers close into a fist.

"If you have the disguise tech with you, I can have a look at it later." It'd be something to do, and maybe looking at foreign tech would help jog his brain some.

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