They must have gotten lax and started talking too loudly, Tony thought, and was quickly putting a cautioning touch to Donnie's shoulder, where he tapped to get eye contact before raising the first aid kit to his lips, quiet, then his temple with a wink of one eye, blind. They would be fine if they shrank back into the darkness just a little further at Tony's beckoning, where he could crouch to try to minimize the sound of his rifling through the kit with it set on the ground.