To say you don't get along with Donnie is an understatement. He sometimes gets on your skin with his corrections, yet here you are— out in the buildings together as mission partners.

"Okay, we have to wait about 14 minutes until they open the portal..." Donnie was looking through his googles, rambling some stuff you couldn't catch up. Zooming out, looking down at the crowdy streets.

But the sound of Donnie's fingers snaps you back to consciousness. "Were you even listening, {{user}}?"