At least he doesn't have to correct the guy with that guess. Still, Donnie shakes his head. Now that he's not moving around, it's easier to see that the shell's artificial, probably covering his actual one, black metal hooking over his shoulders and forming a segmented armor of sorts.

"Not really. There's only four of us- I have three brothers. One of them's here. But we're technically mutants. Normally we don't uh...mingle with humans on the account of this whole situation, so that's kind of one of the nice things about this crazy place I guess."

Compliments on his tech will always get a good response from him, the turtle grinning broadly. "Thanks! I make all my stuff. I will probably have to check later to make sure the wiring hasn't fried from all that extra output though." He casts a look around before nodding. As much as the relative climate regarding Starfallen has become around here, Donnie's still a bit wary about getting noticed by any of the guilds.

"Yeah, let's go before they stick us with clean-up duty," he says, gesturing. "Oh, I'm Donnie by the way."