*A few seconds of bright flashing lights and explosions in the main part of the ship that somehow don't throw it off course later...*
Owowow...What happened? I remember the lights and the shouting, but...I guess being attacked must have thrown off the coordinates. And I can't send a distress call with all these people around. As long as nobody asks too many questions, then I can probably lie low until we're able to split up and I can get back.
But how many questions am I going to be able to avoid?