He tenses just slightly at her touch, forcing himself to relax as he breathes out a sigh, slumping against his own chair.

"Everything," Donnie finally admits, after taking a moment, trying and failing to nail down something specific. It's all the same in the end, he figures, one thing is connected to another and nothing makes sense when they're all hinged on each other. It's like machinery in that way.

"I know a lot of this is technical terms, so I thought I'd be able to understand or pick it out easier...but it's hard enough just making out the words."