She's smart to move out of the way, though she probably wouldn't know it. When he wakes up, the computer informs him that no attackers are within arm's reach, so it's a slow process, no strikes, no kicks, no punches. He grunts, rubs his knuckles, and looks around blearily.

Tough guy?

He cracks a smile. It's entirely too sharp, but that's just the way his face was made. "Hey, for all you know, I'm a gentle giant." He's like six foot and pure muscle, but whatever. "Thanks for the wake-up call. Shit's still going to hell?"