200 years. [The boy wonders how much he should say, but dream logic at least ensures he doesn't overthink it too much. Still, he's staring at the turtle's back like he's waiting for him to make a wrong move.]
They're humans, from Earth.
[Once they reach the heavy industrial-style doors, they slide open to reveal a smaller access chamber, thankfully with a warmer temperature. He forces his book on Donnie with a curt 'hold this' before lowering his hood and pulling off his coat, hanging it up on one of the hooks.]
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They're humans, from Earth.
[Once they reach the heavy industrial-style doors, they slide open to reveal a smaller access chamber, thankfully with a warmer temperature. He forces his book on Donnie with a curt 'hold this' before lowering his hood and pulling off his coat, hanging it up on one of the hooks.]