Frowning, Donnie lifts his left wrist, sweeping a hand across the wraps of his forearm to bring up some kind of holo-projected screen. "Eyew, audio and text only? Still...a network is a network..." he mutters as he tries to see if he can pick up any sort of signal.

"Well, guess that's something..." He supposes it's promising there's at least that level of technology to consider. "Wait, robotic dogs?" After everything else, random robotic dogs sounds kind of out of place to him.