"Thaannkkk yooouuu."

Donatello sang in into the microphone he was using to communicate with you. His voice coming in through your headset. You were walking down the small pad towards the spy plane he had recently built.

"Yeah whatever."

Even if you acted exasperated, the craftmanship was impressive. The cockpit had enough room for two people, but you would be the only one on that flight today. The seats were nice and heavily padded, the buttons more spread out (probably for mutants with fatter fingers) and the propeller was small, but well built.