(A/N): Don, you adorable little geek, you.
Distorted voices ebb into her consciousness, one being the teen from before, and the other an elderly man's. The second she feels control over her body, she sits up, or attempts to. A sharp jolt of pain shoots up her spine and she is gently forced to lay back down.
"Easy, my child. Your wounds have not yet healed." The old man speaks calmly, though judging from his touch, he isn't human either.
Their Master. Splinter, Father called him.
"Where am I?" She asks, catching droplets hit the floor as an assumption of width. A large area, high ceiling, multiple sections in one.
"Our Lair. You were being chased by the Foot, and they really hurt you, Miss." The teen sounds uneasy, but relieved at her awakening. She can tell he notices her eyes seeing nothing ahead without the gift of sight.
"I'm blind." And definitely not a 'Miss'.
"Oh. I'm sorry-"
"For what?" Won't be from 'Miss'.
While he mumbles an answer, she does a mental check. Toes move, legs stiff with bandages but good enough, chest burning, arms sore, fingers-Hey! Where are my wires?!
"Where are they?" She attempts yet again to at least sit up.
"Leo, Raph, and Mikey are still out. My bro-Oh, my name is Donatello." The girl wishes she could move better so she could hit him. She already knows their names, which Donatello hastily covers.
"We stowed your weapons as to assist with the healing." Master Splinter answers her true question, though it makes her feel less healed. They might as well have taken away her ears and feet.
"They're really something, too. I was looking over the mechanics and design and-" Donatello's sudden excitement is short-lived as she picks up the sound of three entering the Lair. And a very foreign smell.