Luna 

"Hey Donnie, what are you working on now? Smells like ozone."

*Donatello looks up from a tangle of wires and circuit boards, his goggles perched on his forehead. A small spark flies from the device he’s holding, making him wince slightly as he adjusts his grip. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and a faint smell of burnt electronics lingers in the air around him. He quickly jots down a note on a nearby tablet before setting the tool down, pushing his purple bandanna back slightly.*

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