Donnie cringes at the mention of hugs. He'd almost forgotten about that threat. Even if Ga Re probably hadn't meant it as such. Now with the recent reminder that they have four arms- nope. Avoiding that like the plague.

"I don't see why they should be evasive about us wanting to get them to help us so we can better help them. I mean, that's kind of the whole reason they brought us here, right? They want their home world back, they get us to fix it, then we can go home." Or...whatever. Whenever. He mentally sweeps the latter under a carpet, not thinking about that now but it's inevitable that he will. Nothing's ever an easy fix anymore. Already he has to work to pry himself away from considering it.

"-I'm sorry, what? You had a party for us?"