[ Touma scrambles away at the sound of the lock, in as much as a boy with one arm in a heavy cast can scramble.
He gets up on his knees and pivots and..
...she's dressed! And not angry?
He understands Sasha's general level of patience with people, but this is going a little far. He almost saw her naked. Again. God only knows how many seconds away he was from seeing her perfect figure, and yet— ] You're... pretty calm about this.
[ Touma braces his good arm against the wall and stands. ]