It seems even Donnie's having trouble trying to work out how such changes can even function, brow furrowed as he tries (perhaps too hard) to figure out what all happens to any part of one's organs. That it's simply magic is just too convenient an explanation.

He gives a flick of his wings to get some of the water off before tucking them close again. Focusing on finding the part seems by far the less headache-inducing, so he looks around to see if there's anywhere that would be more likely to do so.

"That is my concern, especially with the water. The steam isn't really great either but..." He squints towards the far side of the room, separated by rusting catwalks and winding pipes that tremble subtly with the pressure of whatever passes through them. Occasionally gouts of steam spew from between the fittings.

"I think that area over there looks to be some kind of parts storage."