"Right..." He exhales, he needed that reminder. This isn't the time or place to stand and fight, especially not with someone else in the cockpit, who is even more out of it than he is.

As Donnie worked his magic, he could feel the turtlekin tense. "Thanks," it was quiet, barely audible - but the sincerity was present. As the enemy takes the bait, Harlock takes aim.

Steady... steady... when it looked like it's right in crosshairs, he takes fire.