"... Out of it? Or..." She pulled out one hand to roll her wrist indicatively of something, though it wasn't entirely clear what. "Like you were sick and someone cast muddle on you." His relatively quick almost-recovery indicated it at the very least wasn't illness, but Zelgadis wasn't the type to just... fall over. Or stumble as badly over speaking as he'd been, or so clumsily hurt himself. If it had been muddle, the smack to the doorknob would have been enough to break it, though...

"Did something happen?"