It's a terrible one. If Alistair weren't half-panicked for no reason, he'd boo heartily and vow to throw something at Cullen next he sees him.

As it stands:

QG: Damn it
QG: Cullen

That no lodged fast in Alistair's mind before the rest of the message processed; he's counting his breaths through another sudden bolt of adrenaline. Cullen answered, though. That's...that's a start.

QG: Are you all right?