A room full of open-mawed creatures is not what Donnie's expecting when he manages to get a glimpse through the vent. He manages to clamp a hand over his mouth before he can yelp in surprise, swallowing as he reassesses things.

A trophy room is the last thing he'd expected. He stays still for a moment, listening to make sure there's no further movement as he looks to see if anyone might be in there. Quiet is...good? Hopefully? Well, whatever, it's within the base of operations somewhere and he does not want to have to go crawling through anymore narrow tunnels right now. Now to just try getting this thing open. Boy does he look forward to stretching out...