After hearing just a fragment of the yelling going on in that room, Donnie's all too happy to duck into somewhere comparatively quieter. "Hang in there, Angie...." he whispers, still hearing the shouting well enough from the office.

A quick study of the room has him solidify his negative opinion of its usual occupants, not that it's a difficult thing. He moves towards the nearest desk first, glancing at the boxes atop of it. In would be...incoming. Donnie carefully picks these up first to leaf through before he'll have a look at the outgoing. Maybe if one of those went missing it'd help slow things down, depending on how attentive anyone was once they were picked up.