That looked painful. In the same token it looked like a great time for a tactical retreat as far as his conversation with an alien enginner who was starting to press him on questions after he casually mentioned space colonies. The conversation was already a 'smile and nod' game, and he was growing weary of the condescending tone coming out of this guy. So he excused himself as politely as he could and made his way to the refreshments which was an adventure of it's own.

"Hey man." He sidles on over to Donatello by the table, not quite making eye contact, but surveying the food or drink available. Still not sure if he's brave enough to try anything yet.

"Give yourself a little credit. You're at a party thrown by folks thinkin' we're slack jawed, cave dwelling barbarians. Still the smartest thing I've heard all night." Duo turns to him and offers his hand.

"Name's Duo. You?"