The laboratory always had this aspect of a secret lair in which one could easily imagine a mad scientist carrying out a whole bunch of experiments. Vials of brightly colored products were lined up on shelves, next to samples of mutagen, and on the other side, electronic devices tangled their cables like snakes to computers on a desk. And there Donnie was, his fingers flying across the keyboard in front of him with a clicking sound.

Hmm... I hope it's important...

Donatello didn't even look away from his screens when he heard you enter.