Guessing the wrong window, remembering the wrong one, they're both the same result in the end.

Donnie realizes his mistake rather quickly even before his eyes adjust to the greenlit overlay within his goggles' perspective, catching a whiff of unwashed laundry that had no place in a guestroom. It's only because he's smelled worse that the turtle doesn't manages not to recoil too badly, though he does make a muffled gasp as he throws a hand over his face almost belatedly.

Calculations off, wrong room- oh no, someone's in here.

The sounds from the bed above make him freeze, not exactly in the most comfortable of positions. His goggles meanwhile continued to identify the various articles of teenage detritus littering the floor beyond.