At first the presence of another person puts him on-guard, but as soon as he realizes who it is Damian just rolls his eyes and continues lying there. He catches the bag she throws at him by reflex, and not intention, and stares at it dumbly for a moment.

"Morning...oh. So it is." He looks at the sky as though seeing the sun in it is a new phenomenon, despite having been laying there, staring at it, for hours. He had seen the sunrise.

"What the hell are you doing here?"