Even though other-worlders have the strangest accents, Donnie can't help but envy that they know more than one language, even if they hadn't been given much choice but to learn a new one being stuck here. He supposed that did make things less great. Here he was still having such trouble just trying to get a handle on reading the only language he knows!

"More or less," he nods. "Commander-class, I'm guessing. It'd take a lot of work to outfit something in that much titanium otherwise." He smiles as he looks back at the thing. "This one's a Feder, so it's built for speed. I can't wait to see how fast it can fly," he says excitedly.

Get cow-napped by a flying bovine that travels at magical near-lightspeed once and now he's an adrenaline junkie. ...yeah, don't ask.