Perimeter Check

Consciousness returned instantly. My right arm was already raised, grip firm on the sidearm. I tested the joint in my wrist—it rotated smoothly under my own command. I was no longer locked in place. Planting my boots firmly against the rough weave beneath me, I eased a half-step back and extended my left fingers, pressing lightly against the crinkling plastic barrier behind. Flexible, sealed, non-hostile. I settled my stance into an alert, ready posture, taking in the quiet surroundings. Full motor control confirmed. Area secure for now.