Jamis rolled onto his back, to take the pressure off his abused face.
"I thig my gude loogs are gob forebber," he cracked, touching his nose, which had been the portion of his face that the Sith had hit. Fortunately, the man had hit it sideways instead of from the front.
"I bight need a dogdor to ged dis strabeddened out," he continued, feeling the way his nose had bent out of whack. "I thig id's definidely brogen."
He looked past Sukara, with a slightly dazed look on his face. "Brddany mighd need sub hep," he said, pointing past the Ex-Sith.
Quoth the Raven; "Nevermore, nevermore."