Donnie heads forth, listening as they head along the halls but the sound of the engines competes with anything else he might hope to hear. His expression is practically set in stone, stolid as he hangs onto the singular task of getting them out. He lifts his left arm, flipping the cover on the bracer he wears over his forearm to reveal the modified ENC he's made.

"Target secured. Heading into position for exfil. Are you there?" he relays as they come up towards the sumptuous doors of the captain's quarters. Hopefully the captain was too busy with the ship and not lounging around inside, but Donnie isn't going to take chances. He casts a quick look around at the group once they're there, a silent check to see if they're ready, and once he gets the quiet affirmations, he tries the doors.

Unlocked, probably in everyone's haste to deal with the Corsair ships that had started to attack their fleet. Donnie pushes it open cautiously, eyes sweeping the room before he steps inside, signaling an all clear.

"Start working on the windows," he directs once they start to move inside. "Someone keep an eye out on the hall.