He hasn't been on the Rig long enough for being nudged awake to be alarming. Robbie's been living with teams for ages - waking up to trouble usually involves alarms blazing, people shouting to get to the hanger bay, accusing each other of using the last of the coffee without replacing it.

'Are you awake?' is much more mundane. You awake? I got late night pizza. You awake? I think Suzie's going to breakup with me. You awake? I can't shake this bad dream. He will always wake up for you awake.

So Robbie sits up, expecting Brainy or Doreen. He blinks owlishly at the too large frame silhouetted in the door. His first thought is Kaine, but no - too small. He cycles through the shapes of his friends and teammates as he rubs his eyes clear. The guy's way too old for all save the Avengers, and mercifully, he's not them either. It's no one he really knows in this or any other universe, but he thinks he saw the guy in a hallway earlier. "Yeah, kind of. I'm going to need the who what where when why and hows."