Donnie breathes a sigh once they're within a familiar space, even if something at the back of his mind starts gnawing at him, a need for somewhere open, somewhere higher...

He's too tired to give into it, moving to flop into another seat, wings fanned out loosely so they don't get mashed against it.

"Yeah. But it feels better." Not a complete lie, not when he doesn't know what all is happening out there with that tower, but with the way it had exploded shards, he trusts that even if any of them somehow got this far, the Tank would hold up.