The dry, dusty sand was unpleasant against his bare toes, but there were plenty worse places to walk, not that he could think of any at that particular moment. Donnie'd decided to attire to a minimal and at least compared to how chilly things could get in the upper atmospheres, down on the ground it's much more comfortable temperatures that he doesn't have to worry about too many layers. Not that he can say the same for Angelika given how miserable she'd looked during the trek out.

"There should be some access points once I'm on the other side. And if that conveyor belt is anything to go by, if they haven't been on the upkeep for ventilation covers and all that, I shouldn't have a problem getting inside."

As Angelika looks off into the distance, that's a strange detail that doesn't go amiss as Donnie watches her. He arches a brow but otherwise says nothing more. And with their respective duties set, the turtle starts off towards the conveyor.

Sticking to the shadow of the rickety thing, he waits for a sizeable load to come by before grabbing onto the edge of the belt, dangling as it continues to trundle its way up. Once he's more than halfway up, he hooks a foot onto the thing to pull himself up beside the mound, preparing for the drop as it nears its pinnacle.