He could see the way the turtlekin's mind was processing like a struck program, a very understandable response given the circumstances, but before he could either tell him he could take his time or suggest he go lay down - the alarms cut through the air like a hot knife.

"Damn!" He pivots on his heels as Corsairs rushed around him. "Tell me what I need to do, what cannons might need manned?" He asked, much as he aches, he can't simply just stand by.