Donnie manages to keep his staff still, waiting until the guard finally eases his finger from the trigger and begins to lower the rifle. The turtlekin himself doesn't move his own weapon until he starts hearing the thud of rifles as they're relinquished to the ground.

Inside, he's wound like a clock spring, still buzzing with an adrenaline rush. He's...not quite sure what to do when people have surrendered, and he glances at Harlock for his next cue.