Valken waited and was unable to catch any social cues through body language because of his awful eye sight. So again he waited, for something to happen almost completely ignoring Jameson until he heard an' incredible boom. Valken gave a yelp in pain and wrapped himself in his wings which shaped him into a sort of cocoon, the only reason why he wasn't able to pop up again and start rampaging was because he feel asleep near instantly. 

By the time he came too his anger had subsided but his ears ached horribly. Thankfully the blast wasn't enough to pop his ear drums and make them bleed which then could turn into an' infection. Not only that but it would disable his sense of direction completely in which he would loose almost all of his sanity. 
Valken didn't wake up to a scene because he could never see one. It was as if he was painted on a green wash on a canvas, just a mere haze of greens and opaque greys. In Valken's version there was only a silver atmosphere. 
He kept where he was in his laying position, not at all impressed by the visuals but it didn't matter until he took a deep breath and his nose was filled with some of the most wonderful smells of the outdoors. Valken's paradise was smells and odors. 
He kept his eyes closed so that he could focus on each scent, the smell of wet dewy grass, the crisp sweet morning air that went to the back of your throat, the smell of soaked wood just after rain, the coolness of the ground. 
He heard the other voices but he tried his best to shut them out as his ears were already in pain. He spoke to no one and he refused to move the entire experience.

Eventually he was laying on the ground, outside the glade.