It'd be easier to work out some tactics if he could think more clearly. Donnie draws himself up onto a knee, trying his best to soak in what all Kaitlyn tells him of her abilities.

"...what's your range. If it wouldn't potentially slow us down with the weight, I'd say to ice parts of the hull to try absorbing damage, but we can't risk that." He closes his eyes shut, thinking.

"Does your ice spread on contact or is it conformed to whatever you shape it to prior to release?"