He'd clearly not been expecting to be assaulted by puns, the groan that tries to assert its proper place as a response half choked by a cough that might have tried to be a laugh. Covering his eyes with an arm, Donnie unfortunately can't scrape up anything to follow up.

He wouldn't be able to deny that a part of him thinks he should be out there too. At least he knows most of the people he's met seem to be familiar with holding their own in a fight. But it's weird leaving it up to someone else, as much as he's tired of feeling like they're expected to do things. But then there's so much that he doesn't understand, and it's kind of scary to admit he's not even sure he knows what's going on with his own mind. Here behind the shields, wavering as they are, it seems easier to resist whatever tugs at him, those stray thoughts he wouldn't normally have, a little more muffled.

"...are we expected to do something?" He sighs, letting his arm drop as he stares up at the ceiling, frustrated. "We've only been traveling because a program has been directing us this way. Where's the instructions? What's our goal, aside from getting to this Nirvana place??"