All things considered, Ran was fairly comfortable. Lying down on the back of a seat, pinned slightly due to gravity. For a few seconds he didn't need to worry about anything. Not the squad. The mission. The NMX that still occupied the city. For all he cared, he could just lie there all day until either the enemy or friendlies came for him. He didn't even bother covering up his lack of response to Mayhew by pretending he was unconscious. He just kept staring up at the rear door of the train, through it's window to the sky above.
The only thing that managed to drag him out of his stupor was Chad's request for orders. What finally forced him to sit up were the sounds of rockets in the area. Sitting up and wiping a few shards of glass off his arms and face, the Chief offered a half-hearted "Morris. Call in some air." Looking next to him at one of the poles used by passengers to grab one when not seated, the Chief grabbed onto it, initially letting himself dangle before pulling himself up far enough to place two legs on the back of two seats.
Noting that he was about 2 rows of seats forward (or down from) a passenger exit, the Chief started to climb seats higher, eventually setting himself into the stairwell for the exit. "Phaedra", the Chief said without even looking up, "climb down and tie the rope to one of these poles. Everyone climb up, and make sure you've got an exit planned in case the rope or pole gives." At that, the Chief crashed his cybernetic hand through the safety glass of the passenger exit, grabbed the surface on the other side of the door and started pulling it slowly inward, so as not to somehow disturb the balance of the cab.
"We need to hurry the fuck up and get out of here." Won the Chief the Most Obvious Statement of the Week award. Noticing a severe lack of shotgun, the Chief looked down and noted it was lying further down on the back of one of the seats. "Fuck it." Was his only response, seeing that he still had his RPB.