Pleasantries are the last thing Donnie expects after a fight. Names are good, information always welcome.

He straightens up a little more. Praise always goes far with him, especially from people who are older than him. At least Serph looks like an adult anyway.

"That was my mystic-tech," he explains, clawed fingers flexing like they'd grasp at a staff that isn't there. "Usually I use an actual bō but that got left on the Turtle Tank..." Which...he has no idea where it's gone, great. Hopefully it hasn't driven off too far.