Mikeys and thinking weren't usually synonymous, but then there was a lot of time to think about stuff when you were on a ship like this. Donnie frowned as he listened.

"...no, I get it. I'm... I'm not even the same Donnie I should be," he admitted, his eyes straying towards his hands. He reached over to pick up his welding tool again, pulling his goggles down.

"Trying to do better, improve yourself, I understand. So tell me Mikey, what is it that you do the best back home?"