That he isn't being shot down right off the back is a plus, but he's more surprised at the offer of tribute someone to work with. Donnie has mixed feelings about that since he's only ever really done anything with his brothers and he knows they'd had his back whenever they snuck into Elysium. This is a complete stranger, this is-

He can't help but stare a bit as Angelika comes stumbling forth, hands raising slightly out of reflex to help steady her if it looks like she's about to fall on her face. Not the most confidence-inspiring, certainly. The turtlekin tries to remember what all he's seen her doing. Inventory, maybe..? Has she even been out on the field? ...not that Donnie can really say anything on the latter point for himself.

The others don't look entirely sold on the idea either except for whatever weight the organizer had offered with the suggestion, and that doubt is enough to have Donnie double-down. "We'll be fine," he not quite snaps, standing straighter. Anyway, you all have other things to be figuring out, right? You do your part and we'll do ours."