[The slap is one surefire way to wake him up. Tyki startles, withdrawing his hand to sit partially upright on an elbow, jacket sliding off his face to reveal squinting, dark-circled eyes, messy hair, and a lopsided mouth. He sees a girl he's certainly never encountered prior to this moment, so the gears are turning in his head. Why had she slapped him? His wrist still stings a bit. (Unaware, in his sleeping state, that he'd instigated the conflict.)]

... Eh? Who are you?

[With a sigh, he passes one gloved hand through his hair in an effort to smooth it down.]

You know, I wouldn't normally want to share this warmth; it's a small fire and it took ages just to get it started, but... [Gold eyes survey the girl more thoroughly.] You're soaking wet. What happened to you?