Seeing new faces (?) that aren't readily joining in with established Corsair post-mission activities isn't anything new. Donnie's been on that side of things, in that strange little space where you're still trying to digest everything that's happened and soaking in the newfound facts of freedom.

This newcomer is quite the curiosity indeed, easily catching the turtle's eye- and gaining one in return, it seems. He stiffens briefly, only mildly startled, eyes widening as he takes this as an opportunity to stare a little more. Thought he was(n't) close before? Well, he's about to drift a little closer, though still cautious.

"What are you?" he marvels, not so much a demand as an open-ended observation.