Max's brows furrowed, and despite herself, a bit of her usual personality seeped through in her reply.

"To be entirely honest, I'm not exactly sure how I'd kill you...kick you onto your back and leave you in the middle of a road somewhere?"

The snark was a good sign, even if Donatello had no way of knowing. The snark meant she was willing to talk.

"Even if you're not a Manticore creation, you're still...yeah. I've heard that term before. Mutant. Where I come from though, we're transgenics."

She moved herself just a little, giving him a sliver of her form, the rest still hidden in the doorway. "I'm Max."