Donnie nods, waiting until Harlock gets himself situated. In the meantime he slips his arms out from the straps of his battle shell, leaving it on the floor. He doesn't need the extra bulk if they're going to be squeezing in.

Everything aches as he pulls himself up and in, and he fights off the claws of exhaustion as he settles in, looking over the controls.

"Hopefully they won't be," the turtlekin says as he starts flicking switches and prepping the take-off sequence. "You're going to have to handle most of the maneuvering and attacks. I'll do what I can to keep them off of us. Whenever you're ready, captain."