Arian gently rubs his head as he stands up, blinking groggily. As the ship had tossed just before going down, he had smacked his head against the wall and blacked out. Now, in the darkness, he gently pats himself to make sure everything is in place and nothing is broken. He dips a hand into his pocket, feeling around a bit to make sure everything was still in place, before slowly heading through the halls, still rubbing his aching head as he searches for anyone else who may have been trapped.