Dunnaman glazed over the mention of his energy absorption once Fury shifted his focus back onto the mace, he was inquiring about the location of the planet that he had left. The ones who had saved his life and given him the mace. Without the mace he'd explode, or turn into an abomination. Neither of those sound like a walk in the park. His entire body shook with the realization of what this man might want with those people, because if he made Dunnaman quiver in fear like a child what would he do to them? 

It was a desperate thought process, one poor solution after another. Every single conclusion he came up with was a bugger failure than the last. He had nothing, and he might have told Fury where to find them if his ship's power hadn't suddenly cut out. The light disappearaing in the corner of his eye gave him an idea, and he hoped to any higher power that it would work. "Ah c'not tahl yeh whar that thar plahneht ah cahm from ehs. Ehn tha crahsh mah NavCom blew, an now ehs worthlass. Ah had ter mahk a couple jumps durran thah fahrfaght. Loss trahk of mah locashun, ah'm ahs lost ter thar wharabouts as yeh are."

He kept his face exactly as inconfident as it had been during the entire duration of this encounter, hiding the sliver of hope that he held within himself. Praying that his lie was good enough, because he hadn't even inspected his computer's systems. If Fury investigated, he didn't know what he would do.