Officer Karashi
Karashi feels one set of bonds replaced by another. Able to talk, he breathes in and out a few times. Rather than exercise his new ability, however, Karashi uses his limited senses. His head turns left and right to scan the area, though the darkness and his blurry vision provide very little. Burning catches his nose a few times. Smoke blocks his taste buds too; the remains of his squad fill his mind once more.
His interegator's words wash over him, not only nonsensical but also unimportant. Even if they meant something, Karashi sure as hell didn't know what it was. Once the stranger seems finished for a moment, Karashi looks up at him. "So, do you %$#@ have a %$#@!*^ point?" A few of his words slur together, but the message remains obvious.