For a moment he looks like he's about to protest, but then Donnie relents, bracing the back of his legs against the bench once he's there. "Okay..." He's reluctant to actually sit, even though he'd spent most of the trip on his feet in his restless pacing. Mostly he's afraid he might actually doze off.

At least his things aren't hard to find. The transport shuttle's not the same as the ones they'd dismantled parts of back aboard the Agrii ship, smaller and with only the barest of comforts for a trip to and from the city. Donnie's bag is where he'd left it beside one of the seats. The only other thing there that happens to be perched on a seat beside it is a somewhat creepy looking robot, if only for the fact that it's all inner frame and no external plating, giving it a skeletal appearance.