[Donnie can't help but feel a little unsettled at the staring. Yeah, he supposes it's kind of freaky, so he's glad he didn't go for the demonstration Princer had done and went straight into making his arm a blade. He morphs them back to the more subtle little clawed fingers, giving his hand an idle shake.]

It's still weird. They're...well, they're magic stone so it's got that sort of property and without it I wouldn't have been able to fish you guys out of the gross water in Iskwiyac. But at the same time I can still feel things as though I had regular hands and nerves inside? Magic hands. Hah. Kind of ironic, right? The least magically inclined turtle ends up with the weird magic hands.