The alarms startle Donnie into some semblance of attention, pulling things back into focus, out of the fog. They're not out of this yet...

"We need to keep the Imps off our tail. Got enough manning the cannons, but we need someone out there to keep their Armors from getting too close." The Corsair addressing Harlock hesitates, perhaps only then noticing their current state. "Can you pilot?"

He thumbs back at two frames, kneeling and ready to launch, backup that they'd hoped they wouldn't have to make use of.