Donnie practically collapses once they're inside. Who knows how long it will last, but for the moment, it's something with walls, somewhere to hide. For some maddening second claustrophobia threatens to override that thought, an irrational thought that he pushes back down, trumping it by exhaustion alone.

He nods as he tries to catch his breath, not going to argue that when all he feels like doing is lie in a feathery heap.