Now that he's come to, embarrassment floods him and he manages a terse smile. "You could say that," he agrees, glancing to the wood in his hands before he drops it, listening to the clatter of it on the ground. "I was in a deep sleep when I got here and I don't really have my memory." Sure, pieces keep coming back, but the process is slow-going, at best. "I don't have the slightest idea what I'm doing out here, though."