Creature mode doesn't come with a language lock in theory, but in practice, she does have a bit of a default. Fortunately it doesn't impact her ability to work with him; she rips out the throat of an infected woman who starts to lurch towards them, burnt but not on fire, before throwing the body at an infected child. The smaller form goes down under the weight of the larger one easily. Turning, she takes out a second knife and uses both to slice at the hands and wrists of a man who, by virtue of losing his shirt, is only partially on fire. A sick smell fills the air from where his skin underneath is crackling. She can feel the heat of his body even as it breaks down when she grabs him by the broken wrists as he lunges forward, sending him careening into other people. The best way to handle a crowd is to use their own size against them rather than eliminating each and every target individually.

The sound of water has her spinning, instinctively reacting to the sound, but before she can even process that she's under threat Donatello has the threat neutralized. She has yet to shift into any other expression. It looks even more wrong than it normally does amid infected who are frothing - well, spore-ing - at the mouth. She nods at the order and scrambles up a streetlight and then onto the side of a building. Her blood-slick gloves nearly don't stick the landing correctly as she grips the windowsill, but she manages, pulling herself up and sitting perched in the open window while he does his part of the plan.

She watches with uncomprehending eyes, sitting with legs tensed as if awaiting an order. She does not call out any words back to him.