Even a shower couldn't wake Sakurazaki up very much; it wasn't like she wouldn't be able to see Peter as she walked down the hall, but she still ran right into his thick, plushie self. Staggering back slightly, hand on her head, she wondered what in the word a stack of bean bags were doing in the middle of the hall. Another Chez Blair scheme?

And then she realized in horror that it was a person. "Gomen nasai!" she blurted with a slight bow, flustered the point of not speaking English.