"Are we talking like, professionally and proven by degree or...?"

Sighing, Donnie sinks into the chair, letting it roll back. He brings one leg over the other as he leans back, brow arching, silently thankful for the lack of power point presentations. No, no running. He was more in 'let's get this over with' posture than the 'I'm going to sprint first chance I get' position.

Whatever he'd been expecting Mikey to open with, that hadn't been it. Donnie blinks, brows lifting before he frowns, glancing away.

"Not sure what you mean," he says evasively.