Donnie snorts at that, though he doesn't feel offended by it. Boring Donnie seems more preferable to...whatever he's become lately.

"Unshocked, I am," he says, shaking his head with some fondness as he cracks open the fridge. Right. They need to restock. But at least there's still something. He grabs a bottle of whatever ridiculously sugar-crammed soft drink his brother prefers for whatever reason, and a canned coffee that doesn't taste completely horrible.

Walking back over, he balances the bottle on Mikey's shell and plops down beside him to pop his coffee open.