Alistair groaned at the disturbance going on behind him, his arm still throbbing and making things not exactly pleasant. He could see stuff was going on, but apparently no one had noticed his own revised assessment of his physical condition. Wonderful. Well, he supposed that it was just because there were other people who were more seriously injured than he was.

Still, he had to make his opinion known as shaky hands worked at the clasp for his restraints. "Much as I'm a fan of 'hard men making hard decisions', I would prefer that we try to keep as many people alive as possible. I know I won't be executing anybody." That said he finally got the clasp and rose to his feet on shaky legs. So far so good, it was just a matter of figuring out the condition of the ship, and then going from there.