Donatello's height might have surprised her if she'd really thought much past the talking turtle thing, but her mind was mostly still hung up on that. Instead she focused on what she did get - taking the offered seat, and sitting forward, elbows resting on her knees.

"I suppose it would be more unusual to find people not concerned by it."

She shook her head slightly.

"I worry though about the long term affects. Of killing and dying over and over again. It seems one could get... numb"