That gentle knock is loud enough to wake up a kraken beneath the ship in Pratt's head. He's not even sure why he gets up, completely on autopilot as he stumbles from the bed, trips over the couch, bashes his foot on his shovel (huh how did that get here again) opens the door, sees the care package nearby.

And faceplants right into the carpeting. At least he doesn't knock over the gifts.