There's a bit of grunting and scuffling as Aglet kicks and twists and works to right himself. It's difficult, like trying to untangle himself from a twisted hammock with really nothing to brace against. He eventually manages to get more or less upright, and from there to grab at the opening of the pocket and drag himself into a position from which he can at least see out for now.

"I'm ready!" comes his muffled voice.