Having Shu along is both surprising and somewhat of a comfort. Even if Donnie's only just met her not too long ago, he knows more about her than a lot of the other Corsairs, and in that short span of time, he's come to feel that she's someone he can trust. That's just as important as anything, especially when it comes to such missions.
He checks his own equipment just to make sure things are where they should be and accessible, namely the short metal rod tucked into a holster on his thigh. He closes up the front of his jacket so it won't snag on anything, glad that if anything, his experience on airships has taught him that they things get chillier than he cares for, particularly outside- and nobility preferred things regulated at a comfortable temperature within where they won't be in danger of breaking a sweat. Beneath his mask his snout wrinkles at old memories trying to sneak their way to the surface, and he shakes his head, looking to Shu as she checks the door.
"..." It takes him a moment to turn those words over in his head. He's still not that versed in formal terms nor plant names, but he's been trying to get better at it, if only so he can be on the same page as other people. "A...what do they call it. Se... Sedative?"
At the all clear, Donnie nods, moving closer to open the door and slip on out. He doesn't go far, head tilting as he tries to listen over the general hum of the airship for any signs of movement before he looks back. "Private quarters should be down the hall, where the engines won't be as loud and most activity's relegated on the upper and lower levels."
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Having Shu along is both surprising and somewhat of a comfort. Even if Donnie's only just met her not too long ago, he knows more about her than a lot of the other Corsairs, and in that short span of time, he's come to feel that she's someone he can trust. That's just as important as anything, especially when it comes to such missions.
He checks his own equipment just to make sure things are where they should be and accessible, namely the short metal rod tucked into a holster on his thigh. He closes up the front of his jacket so it won't snag on anything, glad that if anything, his experience on airships has taught him that they things get chillier than he cares for, particularly outside- and nobility preferred things regulated at a comfortable temperature within where they won't be in danger of breaking a sweat. Beneath his mask his snout wrinkles at old memories trying to sneak their way to the surface, and he shakes his head, looking to Shu as she checks the door.
"..." It takes him a moment to turn those words over in his head. He's still not that versed in formal terms nor plant names, but he's been trying to get better at it, if only so he can be on the same page as other people. "A...what do they call it. Se... Sedative?"
At the all clear, Donnie nods, moving closer to open the door and slip on out. He doesn't go far, head tilting as he tries to listen over the general hum of the airship for any signs of movement before he looks back. "Private quarters should be down the hall, where the engines won't be as loud and most activity's relegated on the upper and lower levels."