[As Ciaphas Cain begins to regain consciousness, his mind begins to play tricks on him. The feeling of dozens of chitinous claws pulling at his clothes causes him to first reach for his weapons, and finding none, he begins to thrash against them. He will not die to tyranids, absolutely not-]
[And then he falls about 3 feet and his eyes shoot open, the adrenaline helping him figure out his problem very quickly.]
[He is upside down in a tree.]
[Cain slowly reaches up down and activates his communicator, putting it in voice mode. He uses his most calm and confident commissar voice.]
Felicia, Gaunt? Report in.
[In the meantime, he'll start trying to untangle himself from this undignified mess. --Is he wearing an orange jumpsuit?]