Alistair groaned, slumped over in his chair as life slowly returned. Following on the heels of that was a wince at the throbbing pain in his head which did not make things pleasant, to say the least. And as if that wasn't enough, the room seemed unusually dark once he had opened his eyes, even with the emergency lights to add to the illumination. At least the warning klaxons weren't going off and making things worse. 

Shaking his head for a bit, and wincing against the pain that raised, he looked around to see others in motion, the rest of the bridge crew apparently recovering from what had happened as well. He was just glad that he had buckled in, so as to not be thrown across the room by the sudden impact, or something like that. That wasn't the sort of thing he needed for his day, that was for sure. 

"Ugh....I'm alright," he called, forgetting to identify just who he actually was. He had more important things on his mind. His attention returned forward to the flickering console in front of him, and he reached forward to try and mess with it, see if he could restore some life to it. He got that far, before the throbbing in his shoulder intensified, preventing him from a full range of motion no matter how much he tried.

So after a pause, he posted an addendum to what he had said. "Actually, something's wron-ahhh, with my arm." A hiss escaped in the process, indicating his current state. "My terminal's broken too." Well then, this was a fine mess wasn't it?