Glancing between them, the Corsair deliberates briefly before nodding. They really don't have much manpower to spare, and if they mean to get away, they need as many hands on deck as possible.

Donnie draws in a slow breath, nodding back at Harlock. They have an objective, which is ultimately better than being left untethered, dealing with whatever emotions were swirling in the aftermath of their previous fight. He clings to it desperately, at the very least no longer looking lost. He needs to help his fellow Corsairs, help Harlock. He...he can do this.

"Let's go," he says, barely catching himself from a stumble as he moves for the Armors. "We'll use the Feder."