Donnie hadn't necessarily been expecting an answer to the verbal commentary he'd made. The more he thinks about it, the more troubling it is considering that Dustin's been able to recall so much else, so easily. His brain practically was a computer. "...guess that actually makes some sense then," he muses to himself before shaking his head.

I don't blame you there. I'd be super concerned about anyone fumbling with my brain stuff. That's precious cargo right there.

He looks around at the piles of books and the counter, trying to make out any pathways.

So. You know for sure there's at least an exit somewhere. I guess I just need to find it.

Taking the tablet along, he looks for any actual spaces he can pass between the stacks.