Donnie cranes his neck to look up at the looming robot behind him. "Uhh, hi," he says, scooting to the side so he's not blocking the way. He looks briefly between the book in his hand and the ten-foot tall mechanoid, replacing the leather-bound tome on the table as he does some very quick mental calculations about which is more interesting. "Not to pry, but do you have an organic pilot in there?"

The turtle has discovered a sudden desire to know everything there is to know about the fascinating new piece of technology in front of him. And asking to take it apart is probably rude.