"Not ideal for deflection and retaliation," Donnie notes, trying to keep things succinct. "Would have to be extremely precise with timing to create something to drop on an incoming barrage, with enough weight to hope to divert its course. Same for direct attempts, more speed and mass. How big-" he starts to ask before shaking his head. No, size wouldn't matter; overall it would still be impractical trying to counter every volley fired too close to them.

"Hang on," he says instead, because he has no better suggestions to give, and he knows the Corsairs taking care of the ship and defenses will be doing their best. He hates not being able to do more, but it's hard enough just trying to maintain his current position, much less think past whatever's directly set before him.