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[i]Three seconds after he finished speaking, Donny's smug grin dropped right off his face. It hit him like a load of bricks. He had lost his accent. He glanced nervously around, no longer quite so confident. The knight was doing a good job of keeping the enemy busy, along with that Luca kid. Yeah, Luca, the one who suffered from [@Terminal] severe priapism [@Terminal]. Donny was still blinking in confusion and quite close to ending the thug purely for stress relief when Andy gave him pause. The hitman sized Andy up, and after a few moments of tense silence, nodded and backed off. He didn't want to hear his own voice, didn't want to admit that things really were spiraling out of his control. Aside from that, just about the dumbest thing he could do was make the only certified medical practitioner among them angry. It never paid to fuck with the medic. Donny knew the basics of taking care of himself, but if he got badly wounded he'd undoubtedly regret having done anything unmoral to the only person for miles who could kiss his boo-boos.

Having found a nice comfy wall, Donny propped the vector up against it before taking a lean himself, legs crossing. He flicked the silver top of his lighter open with a 'chink', and was soon slowly puffing as he watched the goings on. He wasn't taking a break, no. He was figuring things out. There was some trick being played on them, one that crapped on reality. Warm twines of smoke braided peaceably before Donny's eyes as he puzzled over everything they had gone through.[/i]