"Over here," Atom suggests, gesturing aside, away from the traffic of Corsairs rushing into the ship.

Atom gently reaches to touch a guiding hand on the back of Donnie's shell, hoping it's less injured than his skin, trying to point him in the direction of the boxes against the wall, any of which should work as an impromptu seat. He offers up an arm, in case Donnie could use some extra support while walking.