He's in the process of slowly waking up by the time he hears the sand crunch beneath her feet, but he doesn't pay much mind to it. He'd rather that she'd leave him be to wake up on his own accord, but that's clearly not going to be the case.

Boxer pushes himself up onto his forearms languidly, extremities lightly frosted with sand, as he looks up at her with a drowsy, confused expression. Hardly intimidating.

"Can I...help you?"