"Can't blame 'em." It's the Donatello spirit all over the place, even if it's not quite the same general vibe as the Donatello he knows. The guys must be about head over heels happy to have him back, or at least part of them? Casey's still working on translating turtle brothers from another canister, but he'd bet that some things just plain don't change between worlds. It's probably been a while since they saw any kind of Don. How long, exactly, he's not sure- he didn't want to go poking at open wounds- but definitely long enough.

The question catches him a little off-guard, in a good way. It makes sense that the guy with the big box would have stuff to do, and no time for standing around in the middle of the street chatting universes.

"Uh- yeah, sure. If it's not a bad time? Hate to break up your mock turtle U.N. or somethin'." One of his primary goals at the moment is to not get on the new guys' nerves. He doesn't know them too well, but he'd really like to be allowed to stick around for a while on the friendly front. If that means giving them more space, then so be it.