Donnie has actually not been getting as many stares as he was expecting here. Maybe all the giant mechanoids have inured people to strangeness. He slides onto a seat at the bar, taking his bo staff off his back and leaning it against the chair so it's not constantly knocking the back of the seat.

"Nice to meet you. My treat?" he asks, proffering his new cash card. "Just how much is on these, anyway?"

The turtle doesn't really have a surname to offer, sorry, Shinjiro!