[Not caring about being mad, or his soda spilling on the table. Donnie just lights up.]

Of course, it makes sense, all things considered.

[And he is getting up, ignore the slight wobble there, and invading Lucy's personal space and touching the tentacle in her hands.]

I've tried to make something like this back home, but nanobots aren't really a viable thing? So I've just been able to do what I can with my battle shell!

[And as if on cue, a three fingered robotic hand (attached to an arm) is popping out of his back.]