As much as he treasures his personal space, being so securely crushed is something he hasn't realized he's missed until now. His older brother would never let anything happen to him if it could be helped. Donnie's arms are a little sore from his clinging, kind of like the burn he gets after pounding out things at the forge.

Scouting crew for scouting reasons. Uh...huh. That probably wouldn't normally make much sense, but he knows there's always multiple things going on with the Corsairs when it comes to undertakings.

"Out near Elysium, right? How'd that go?" He'd heard about talks to start setting up another space for refugees. A month, though? He feels bad that he hadn't found out sooner, but he's not sure how much easier it would have been, either. They've gotten this far however, so maybe it would have worked out either way.

"I was helping capture Imperial airships since I know my way around them. We're still going to need more."