"What else was I supposed to do? You know keeping busy is how I cope!" It just hadn't been as effective since his hands and arms weren't supposed to be handling things like vehicle maintenance just yet.

It's strangely sobering to be brought to a space that isn't familiar in any way. Yet, Leo's made this bunk his own and even with its meager decorations, there's still just enough to make it obvious for those in the know. Donnie finds his lips quirking in a crooked smirk at the cap there. Typical Leo. And then his eyes find the picture, making his chest ache once again with that uncomfortable feeling.

"I guess it'd be pretty tricky trying to get any information from anywhere when there doesn't seem to be much of anything around... Although listening to some mysterious broken-up voice on a radio doesn't exactly sound ideal either..."

Nirvana? Traveling with a convoy to find it? It sounds all sorts of suspicious, if not flat-out weird. "Sounds like a B-movie plot."

Donnie glances over as Leo starts gathering up bandages, frowning although it's hard to tell it's because of the state of the roll or the vehicle situation. "A...pull," he echoes, snout wrinkling. More magic nonsense? "I think I was too busy trying not to freak out to notice."

As Leo offers the bandages, Donnie manages to turn himself around. He seems to have figured out how to balance enough, but he still looks down as he tries to work out what part of his tail should be moving first for him to get anywhere. After a bit of windmilling he makes it...a couple of inches enough to reach out and take the bandages, inspecting them before he nods.

"All right. This'll be easier if you sit down."