[He's mostly awake now, though blurred around the edges, and his face is dazed and frantic as he looks around for J. No, not J - he realises a moment later that it's the communicator broadcasting his voice. J's not here. He didn't get caught too. Thank god. He manages to swallow back his coughs and call out:]

Get someone, J, get people.

[Okay, those words kind of tripped over each other, maybe he's not as awake yet as he thought.]