[he's exceptionally lucky their rough handling of him doesn't end in any fractures, and once he's out, it's all he can do to keep from doing anything more than yelling back through the doors:] See if I ever tell Shepard to come back in here! Good luck with your next invasion, assholes!

[he's so full of shit that it's a wonder his eyes aren't turning brown, but .. that's neither here nor there.

he makes it a point to brush himself off, and while he could probably use the help in pulling himself up completely, he waves that offered hand off with a huff, though it isn't meant impolitely.] You kidding? Never been better. Getting thrown out on my ass by a couple of ugly bastards was at the top of my list of things to do today. Now that that's done, all I have to do is figure out a cure for cancer and I'm golden.