Inside the ship he had been rolled around like an incredibly hefty ragdoll indeed, smacking from one side of the ship to another before coming to a rest somewhere in the engine room. Dazed and tired he laid there for a few moments, the words of Fury echoed for a moment before only a soft ringing sound touched Dunnaman's ears. It took him a few seconds to right himself and climb up and out towards the door he had run through. His fingertips peeked out and lingered for a moment before he let his head peer over the edge of the ship's door, Fury had gone entirely placid from his outburst. His ship had flipped over, so he was hanging over the underside of it and staring at him over a plane of dented and dirty metal. "Sahry buhb, nehded ter prahtect thah ehnnascant. Rahthar ah' gaht pahmmeled ehn thah stead of softer folk." His face hurt slightly, he had fallen face first into something metal a moment ago, so he blinked a few times to right himself again. 

"Baht ah'll beh honhast. Ah do naht ahctooleh know whah ah dehd eht, ah've jehst hahd ah bad fehllehn about yeh sehnce ah fehrst lahd ehs on yeh." Suddenly, after unleashing a ballistic wrath upon the console of his ship, he had calmed down. Only now was he noticing this difference. Maybe in much the same way as Fury had released his pent up rage in one motion, Dunnaman had unleashed his pent up fears. Though he was still uncomfortable looking at Fury's face, he was able to talk a bit more honestly with him. Maybe for the better at this point.