The coat isn't his preferred color so Dustin has no need to worry about it getting claimed at least. Donnie's just glad to get some of his blood circulating again.

He nods as Dustin starts to lead the way, pausing only after briefly stumbling over something in the snow. Reluctantly he reaches into the cold before pulling out some kind of fancy metal rod-looking thing, or maybe it's a scepter for the stylized, pointed tip. Donnie gives a happy gasp as he practically hugs the thing, before he remembers he's cold and there's the promise of warmth ahead.

"Compulsory memory-imprinting. You mean that orb? Yeah, if that's what you mean by the welcome." He casts a brief glance back at it. "Wait, so no one's seen or talked to these guys? How do we know they even still exist??"