By that time, Robin had settled into drifting in-and-out of a half-sleep. The shirt and the noise is plenty to shake him out of it, though, and the first thing he does is pull his arm out from under her. He flexes his hand, urging the circulation through his fingers.

"...Morning." he says with as wry a smirk as he can manage, given these bizarre circumstances, "It's concerning how your not knocking seems to be turning into a habit."

He isn't embarrassed. These sort of things don't get to him like that. If anything, he seems a little annoyed, unhappy with the fact that he's got to deal with this a second time.