"Oh."

Donnie looks back at the dead cyborg before hesitantly reaching out to tap a finger against the gun it clutched, letting out a breath when nothing seems to trigger.

"...my brother and I were a ways from the Convoy when things started happening at the tower. Or we went farther, I'm...not sure- but anyway, I flew us back towards it. The shields were straining, but they weren't completely out. Passing through it as we were...hurt."