Still covered in drying slop from the vent she originally crawled up, Barbara slipped down the hole easily and landed with a wet thud on the ground below. Well, not so much ground as men.

She groaned, holding her head which slapped against something, probably someone else's head, before catching sight of the wriggling, slimy tentacles reaching for her.

Barbara screamed and clambered to get off whoever she landed on.