[Unlike the others, Kyouko doesn't sleepwalk into the locker rooms of her own (sort of) volition. Some guy just dumps her there, still half-asleep like the others, but struggling weakly in his arms.

Being deposited unceremoniously onto the tiled floors is the last it takes to wake her. She blinks groggily into the light.]

Huh...?

[Her first words here aren't particularly dignified, either.]

Ugh. Someone...attacked me? There was gas...

[She remembers enough to ball her hands up into fists.]

Yeah. What bastards.

I'll kill whoever got in the way of my sleep. I totally will.

...there's snacks here, right? You don't get to wake up a girl like that without providing snacks!