"I don't think I'm explaining it as well as Kit did. They're not beating the miasma, they're just enduring it by absorbing it into themselves rather than erecting barriers to keep it out. Which is apparently taboo. Again, this is all second or third-hand knowledge." Donatello shrugs. "I don't know why they don't cooperate. If I had to guess, I'd say bad blood going way back. You're figure with their world on the line, they'd bury the hatchet."

He returns his brother's grin, showing his teeth as he pounds a fist into his open palm. "Yeah, it does. I'm already working on getting my duffel stocked." Don's smile falters as continues. "Though, honestly, the kinds of things I've been able to scavenge and buy around here worry me. The tech level is pretty far above what I'm used to. It might even be comparable to the Utroms or the Federation and Triceratons. And if this is the stuff that's freely available, I don't even want to know what they've got in their secret underground lair."