The tension doesn't go amiss, and Donnie can figure how someone might be about having their ship taken from them. He's been around plenty of Corsairs by now that he knows a ship can be like a second home or one's entire life. This man hasn't only been stolen away from his world, but he's had his livelihood stolen in turn.

"Oh..." the turtle says quietly, sinking back a bit. He can't pull his head into his shell like his little brother, but his shoulders hunch up a little under the jacket he wears. His attention is quick to shift back to this new fascination as Harlock presents it.

"No Ether? What powers your ship then? If it can go beyond the atmosphere then it must have some great energy source!"