Shor'Gen looked as if he was going to continue speaking to Damien, but suddenly, he went tense, straightening up as he turned his head to seemingly stare at the wall behind. The orbital strike might have been out of earshot for everybody else, but he picked up the faintest trace of it, not to mention that the vibrations carried through the air and ground were picked up by his hypersensitive chitin and sensory tendrils. 

"Something is not right..." Shor'Gen muttered, just before the speakers came online. He listened intently, and didn't hesitate to get moving. Dropping to a more insect-like crawling stance, he crawled rapidly towards the ship, heading up the docking ramp. He wasn't quite sure where the medical deck was, but a quick glance at the ship's layout told him it was on the floor above. He didn't have time to cram his carapace into an elevator filled with rushing ensigns either, which left him with quite the predicament.

He had to get the medical facilities prepped as quickly as possible, so he took the less civilized option. Using his powerful legs, he climbed up one of the hallways until he was crawling upside down on the ceiling, and promptly entered the maintenance tunnels, navigating them until he came out of a wall grate on the second floor, rushing into the medical bay.