The strong scent of the smelling salts forced Maxwell's eyes open.  He looked bleary, not quite conscious and needing to rest, but he lacked a concussion and would be alright given enough time.  His unfocused stare glanced around to try to see if Mina was still around.  "Did we win?" he asked softly, forcing a smile and with some slurring of his words due to the damage of his jaw.  Although clearly in a lot of pain, he was still trying to show off and pretend that he was alright.