You mumble some incomprehensible babble."I suppose 'awake' isn't the most appropriate term to use at the moment."
The man turns on the lights and disengages the locking mechanism on your arms. You move your arms around, testing your newly granted freedom. You also ask about the location of your stuff, including your best friend forever Pookie.
"Your stuff is safe, but we don't have time to get to it now. I need you to get out of here, hide low for a while, and I'll get your stuff for you later."
