It takes Donnie a moment before he registers someone's there with him. Numbly, he looks up at Harlock, the question seeming to take forever to process that it might as well have been asked to someone else.

How's he supposed to respond to that? He's not even sure how he's remaining upright when he feels like he could fall apart at any given second, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Alarms blare just as the airship begins to take off, the loading hatch drawing closed as activity starts to become more frenetic as Corsairs rush to their stations, shouting about enemy airships on approach.