That- sure is a man who just burst into the laundry room. And with that wild look, however composed he's trying to be, it's clear to see: this place is getting to him. Sakura stares for a moment, half-caught in the jolt from his sudden appearance, and then tries to recompose herself.

"... I doubt you're here to do your laundry. So... did you need something?" she asks coolly, hands in her lap as the current load tumbles, tumbles, tumbles on.