Donnie was hunched over his worktable, goggles down, soldering iron in hand as he carefully applied it to some circuitry. True, he could probably just make things be just by touching things, but he'd rather stick to more mundane methods when it came to piecing things together. It had taken days after Iskwiyac before he'd finally felt like doing anything more than just staying burrowed under blankets, and ever since, he'd thrown himself back into work like nothing had happened.

"What?" he asked, not looking up from his work as he soldered the small, delicate components into place.