There is a bit of a lump starting to raise, but it's not really as much of a problem as the little fractures in his skull still knitting themselves together again. " ... ow," is his eloquent first response to... pretty much all of that. " ... shit," is his second response, as he realizes, dazedly, what he just went through, an hears the crashing and screaming in the rest of the huose. "How did... what... what's going on." It's less a question than a statement, at least in tone.