He's not sure how he feels actually. His adrenaline is pumping, he's breathing a little harder from the exertion... or hopefully it's that and not whatever they just breathed in. Holy shit, that can't be good, right? Weird alien mold poisoning them all... what the hell's gonna happen to them?

Still, he snaps back to himself as quick as he hears that question and gives a nod. "Yeah... yeah. I'm just fine."

Probably. Maybe not.

Either way, he reaches over to give him a quick, firm pat on the back. "You? Feeling any sort of way?"