It will take a while to figure out what's got Jarvis confused. Now is still far too tired, too rattled, too much trying to get his head back on straight as he scrubs fingers through his hair.

Up is up, he supposes. Throwing off the light blanket, he waves for the mechanical man to move out of the way so he can find where he's thrown his shirt.

"Gently. Tap on the shoulder, maybe."