Mentally he's trying to keep track, dismissing whatever seems irrelevant, his expression growing more and more frustrated with each button press.

"-wait, waitwait!" Donnie backtracks, his finger freezing from its previously ceaseless tapping as his eyes focus back on the other button. "This one? It was this one, right? What happened, did it not turn over?"

Hope stoked anew, he depresses the button again.