[Don forces a steaming mug on Leo, along with a heaping helping of information.]

Place is called Luceti. I've been here eleven months, Raph a year. April... [He glances at her.] Four months now? People are drawn here from all different worlds. No one can leave, but sometimes you just get sent home. They say when you go back, no time has passed and you don't remember ever being gone.

No one knows what the wings are for, the barcodes are probably so the robots can find you, and almost no one cares that we're turtles.

[His dissertation done, he sips his own drink.]