Rudolph jerked away and nearly slammed himself in the door. He hadn't realized he had fallen on the ride over. It made for a rude awakening to suddenly being nudge when all you saw was darkness. It was a dreamless sleep and he supposed that just made it a lot worse. If it had been a dream, he could have passed it off as that. But this? He couldn't possibly excused himself for this. Looking down at his lap in sheepishness once he realized what he had done, he refused to move. Refused to look at Rassa. He didn't want to see the hurt he was so sure would be on her face. He just couldn't deal with it. Not in the here in now or even in the future. He was starting to wish he had remained awake.