Donovan watched as Shane made a dash towards the ship to gather supplies. Donovan kept his mouth shut for most of the exchange, mainly due to the notion that he refused to look a gift horse in the mouth, regardless of the horses gender. Donovan wanted to cross his arms, however he thought against that as he winced a little when he lifted his right arm up. He was glad that he was healed, but he wondered how long it would take before he was at full ability. Something didn't feel right, and it didn't help that he was on a world he knew next to nothing about, with a bunch of people he had constantly been told was the enemy.<br/><br/>When Shane arrived with the gear and Donovan refused to be a dead weight, taking a bag into his good arm he hoisted it over his shoulder and began to walk alongside the group. "So...Where exactly are we headed? I'm guessing you have a pretty nice set-up if the rest of the women tend to leave you be."