"Yeah, same," Danny answered, his voice fading and crackling with a strange static. That was the result of what had looked (and felt) like an electric cattle prod to his temple when he'd regained consciousness too soon and tried to fight the implant being forcibly inserted into his wrist.
Danny's own last memory was trying to order what he hoped was food in the marketplace, before a sharp pain hit him in the neck and then there was nothing. Until the struggle and the shock when, paralyzed, he'd been dragged to a cell underground (he could sense the weight of the planet pressing down around him). It was low-ceilinged and damp, full of other people- creatures?- but not the girls. Their voices in his ear was a huge relief.
"Everyone in one piece?" he asked, keeping his voice quiet in case a guard was listening. Not that Danny was even sure there were guards, and none of his cellmates seemed inclined to offer any useful information. His damaged communicator probably wouldn't have helped much with translation anyway.