The turtlekin picks his way back towards the spot he's sure he'd seen something. He'd be really annoyed if he had lost track of- ah-hah!

Still mindful of any potential threats still lurking, Donnie slides down a larger tilted crate to where he'd seen something reflecting off their light sources. "There," he says, pointing. Wedged between things, they can just make out the face of an armor unit. The storage crates probably all got flung clear across the hold and prevented anyone from making use of them.

"That looks like it's going to be a pain to get to, but if it's salvageable...."