He's doing a little better with the tail if he doesn't think too much about it, managing to avoid banging his head on anything as he leans his shoulder against the wall with a sigh. His coils tuck against him as compactly as possible so he won't take up too much of Leo's space while he watches him hang over the edge of the bunk.

What's he... Oh!

Donnie's tongue snakes (cough) in and out at the offering before he seems to register it, and he takes the jerky strip without any fuss, gnawing at it.

"Nice to know some place is, at least. ...there anything else I should know about?" he asks, glancing at Leo as he works on the piece of jerky.