Donovan never stopped moving. His grip on the pack only tightened as he felt every release of breath. He followed behind Shumi, his feet getting more and more numb with each passing moment. If there was one thing he knew though was to never stop until you were absolutely sure you were safe, or that the enemy was gone. Given that he couldn't prove the latter, he wanted to make damn sure that he could be safe. His head recoiled a bit at the sight as Shumi lead them through various traps towards her ship. Some of the technology seemed old even by common standards. However he knew from the vids that it could be beyond brutally effective. He began to quickly run up the ramp releasing his breath as he made his way into the ship. He inhaled again and quickly set it down opening the bag up to check what weapons they had. His arm still pained him terribly, but now he was on stable ground. That would certainly make all the difference.<br/><br/>He began to pull various parts out of the pack. Taking mere moments to obtain all the interlocking components that he needed. It took him only another few to assemble the weapon he wanted: A fully scoped long rifle. He made his way back towards the ramp, ducking to the side and went down onto his left knee. Holding the weapon steady for any incoming targets.