"-ow." It's understated considering how much it actually hurts, the thought that the bullet's still there just making him feel sick. Donnie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to focus, nodding at Red Hood's advice.

He's kind of neglected the whole guild resources thing. He's been so used to them all being on their own, and even though Donnie had been dipping his toes into Society workings and Mechanima himself has taken up mentoring him, having anyone to actually go to is still...different. Strange.

For a moment Donnie doesn't say anything, just focusing on breathing. The face shield of his helmet slides back at a thought, and while he hates being seen when he's emotionally compromised, he needs a fresher breath of air.