Nork started up with a small, grunting yelp, sitting straight up on the massive bed he'd been left on. At first, he was just very confused looking, but afterwards, whatever panic he could muster started to set in. 

Where was the battlefield? Where was the Commissar? They were just next to each other, when the artillery shells hit... 

Nork was quick to get off of his accomodations, his giant feet stomping on the ground as he looked around, confused and afraid, looking like a child who lost his mother.

"Com-ee-sar?!" he called out in his dopey, quivering voice. If the rest weren't awake yet, they sure were now.

 He ignored the tablets on the table, and actually did a pretty good job of ignoring everybody else in his panicked state. He stomped around the room for a bit, before depositing himself in the largest corner that could occupy him, sinking down into an upright fetal position as he wracked his small brains with what he could do.