Phoenix might have well been a cross between a machine, a leopard, and a monkey, as he moved at a million miles-per-hour around the ship, doing his best to make sure that everything stayed fixed. The monkey portion was crashing into walls as the ship maneuvered to evade the fighter guns, he was moving too fast to stop, and steaks of pain coming from his wounded leg caused to him fall. None of this slowed him down, but it did leave him with bruises and cuts that would defiantly be hurting in the morning.
Phoenix had been fixing a particularly unresponsive food dispenser when the pirates had attacked, and sent Phoenix into gibberish mode. He barely even noticed the other crew as he did circles of the ship, nearly crashing into everyone.