The clean efficiency of a team that was on the same page. Under normal circumstances, Donatello would revel in it. As the team thinker he liked having at least some kind of a plan going into things, but those plans only worked so well as the people executing them. He's learned to be a lot more lenient in planning and execution, particularly when it came to working with his brothers. Here he's just glad that he doesn't have to argue or reason anything out just to make sure he won't compromise his ally's position.

Yet there's still something weird about it. Maybe it's Li's silence that's off-putting, not helping to disperse the tension in the air where chatter from his brothers would otherwise have been non-stop. Dare he say it, he almost misses Leo's terrible puns. Donnie catches a glimpse of Li where she's taken to perch, definitely resembling something more feral than human at the moment. He pushes that thought aside, focusing on his task, grunting as he directs the jet of water back and forth across the intersection before letting it spew at the smoldering car until the thick black smoke turns gray.

The outlines of his mystic tech flicker out as he staggers back from the fire hydrant, the turtle teen breathing out a sigh as he looks for any further movement. The only signs of such are twitching bodies on the floor and the water pooling in the street.

"I...I think we're clear."